Shokuhin no megami

She glides through the kitchen

A Preistess of the food

No wasted movements

Nothing mistaken to brake the mood

Swift movents make it quick yet precise

Nothing is in the way, no saddness or strife

As long as people eat this art

Theres nothing to complain

About the coconut tart tasting too plain

Decorations fill their eyes

As they eat their fill

The art of sweets

Beats all other food one thousand to nil

She is a Goddess of Food

Conquering tempering and icing too

No one can beat this elegant art




The End

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