Ode to THE Kebab

You're bad,
You're bad,
And I'm so glad.

So simple,
so wrong.
I can't help myself.
I join the throng.

Meat wrapped in bread,
With a kick or without,
Tell the man what you want,
Within minutes, open mouth.

First bite,
You heart will stop.
And then cry,
And then laugh,
Like it was meant to laugh.

Falafel,
Falafel,
Cous cous,
will pass.

But THE kebab,
rules them all.
Wrapped tightly,
Fries a-mixed,
Beef or chicken,
Who really knows?

Sweaty, maybe.
The baby emerges
From its depths,
Craves the mayo.

Kebab, I love you.
You break the mould,
Of spaghetti and ragu,
But your bad.

You're bad,
You're bad,
And I'm so glad.