First Glance

Leathers gleaming,

Food is shining,

Steaming, steaming, steaming.

Deep fried feeling,

Lights are blinding,

Leaves you reeling, reeling.

 

Deep, dark colours,

Scared first glance,

Leaves you flustered, flustered.

Tough guys muster,

But those don’t prance,

Others, others, others.

The End

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