I wanted to write,
but
the soup seems tasty,
the rice glutinous,
the milkfish soft,
the tongkatsu crunchy,
the eggplant salad slithery,
the buko pandan sweet,
and the lemonade ice cold.

So in this noon,
my plate is my notebook,
my spoon my ballpen,
and I well let my stomach
write this poem.

Raw draft

I wanted to write but

I've just written
a 5000-word essay
until 1 am last night

and

this soup is so good
this bangus is so soft
and this ensalada so.

Let me rest

And let my tummy
do my writing for me.