It was my first food fest
Which I wished to go first

I went with my brothers
There I saw many others

Then I saw a table,
With full of fruit and vegetables

Then I saw two baskets
One was with omelettes
The other had some salads

Then I saw some glasses
Filled with fresh and tasty juices

Everybody in the kitchen were busy
They gathered together to make their work easy

The onion choppers cried
The meat was fried

Some were making soup
And the flies were coming with a loop

The grapes formed a line
To jump into the wine

The salt danced upon the curry
In a great hurry

The spoons were ready
The plates were steady

I sat on a bench
To eat with a crunch

Some drops of water fell on me
I opened the eyes of mine
Then, I understood it was just a dream of mine.

Writer's note : This was my first poem and it was written by me when I was at 6th standard (it has been 6 years) and it was written simply to create a rhyming poem.