Food Glorious Food

The flavoursome Chinese takeaway,
Is such a greasy laden treat.
So varied on what is offered,
To then select and happily eat.

Ye gods, so much to choose,
From a menu that is online.
To decide on rice or noodles,
For this early evening dine.

Decisions, decisions, decisions,
Chicken, beef, pork or prawn.
Cooked in many countless ways,
Dear God this'll take till dawn.

I eventually choose this with that
Which I order over the phone,
One hour away for home delivery,
As my empty belly begins to groan.

One hour that's a famished lifetime,
As the eternal  countdown ticks away.
I simply haven't eaten  for a while,
My broken oven ceases cooking gourmet.

Finally the motherload does arrive,
A delivery man I pay and tip so well.
But I better not get too complacent,
Carried away by its spell and smell.

For tomorrow I'll have to run it off,
And a more reliable oven to buy.
For the allure of tempting takeaway's,
Will make any waistline sadly sigh.