Upon a wooden board, the Sushi lies,
A work of art beneath the chef's sharp eyes.
With vinegared rice and fish of silver sheen,
A perfect balance, quiet and serene.
The Sashimi, sliced thin as morning light,
Is dipped in soy to make the flavors bright.
While Wasabi provides a sudden spark,
A fiery ghost that leaves a pungent mark.
Then comes the Ramen, in a steaming bowl,
With creamy broth that satisfies the soul.
The bouncy noodles and the soft-boiled egg,
For just one more delicious sip, we beg.
In golden batter, Tempura is fried,
With prawns and lotus roots tucked safe inside.
It crunches like the autumn's fallen leaf,
A crispy joy that offers sweet relief.
The Miso soup, with tofu cubes so small,
Is served as comfort to the hearts of all.
And Matcha whisked into a frothy green,
The calmest ending to a busy scene.
With Yakitori on a bamboo skewer,
The ancient tastes are never getting newer.
A thousand years of grace in every dish,
The finest feast that any heart could wish.