Rewyeld Writes and Wrongs

A Race
Hands off the table and in the lap, lapping up the delights of an exquisite place.
Rice, oils, onions, udon- pork beef shrimp ham squid.
Feasting not 'feating the feast, a feat to eat with pace the plates of feed.
Sauces and tastes mingle and flee, making room for more
Until feasters become full and wallets empty.
For later former becomes fatter faster fasters.

Sammich
Bread. Jam. Spread. Bread.
A simple ritual for a simple food.
Speaking of rituals, it can control sand with magic-
'Witches be crazy.

Who is Rewyeld?

Who is Rewyeld?
A boy without face
Had lost all his grace.
Dreams were dispelled
And in his rue yell'd:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Reyweld V. Rewyeld

Than you, for settling the particulars my question with such grace and dignity.

Than you very much.

WheyReld