A Quiet Throne

[Verse] On this porcelain throne, I sit alone, Reflectin' on last night's culinary tone. A sirloin steak, with that peppercorn grace, Fries and rings, put a smile on my face. [Verse 2] The aroma still lingers, though time has flown, Each bite of that steak, a blissful zone. Onion rings that crunched just right, Oh, what a meal, what a delight. [Chorus] Here in this quiet sanctuary, I relive that feast, it’s voluntary. Every flavor, every taste, On this throne, there's no haste. [Verse 3] The peppercorn sauce, a bold embrace, Left a trail of joy that I can't erase. Golden fries, crisp and light, They danced on my tongue through the night. [Bridge] In the still of this tiled room, Dreams of dinners past do bloom. A sirloin serenade, in thoughtful repose, Bringing comfort to my soul as it slows. [Verse 4] The day moves on, but I'm lingering still, Savoring the memory, a gourmet thrill. A nod to the chef, for the pleasure bestowed, Here where thoughts of food are gently stowed.