King of ramen

When hunger strikes and dinner’s far behind,

I seek the food that warms both heart and soul:

A pack of noodles, flavour predesigned.

With broth so rich it makes my tummy whole.

I boil the water, drop the noodles in;

They dance like fish within the bubbling sea.

The steam arises, soft against my chin;

A feast awaits, so quick and perfectly.

The seasoning I sprinkle like a spell,

A magic dust that wakes the sleepy taste.

The smell alone, I swear, could break a shell;

No bite of it shall ever go to waste.

Though ramen’s cheap, it feels like royal fare,

My noble meal with flavour bold and rare.