Food Hall

The epic-curious centre for food
Is filled with a flavoursome aroma
From Europe, Asia and beyond,
A scattering of tables and chairs
And idle chit-chat,
A plethora of suits and hoodies
And locals and strangers.
Too many people eat their fill
Of sushi or Italian buffet,
Or spicy Mexican,
Or saucy Chinese,
And fill the room with smells
Until the air loses its oxygen
And too-full diners suffocate,
Clutching swollen stomachs.


About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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