Fries at Street

On bustling streets where laughter spills,

Golden fries and savory thrills.

The sizzling scent, a tempting call,

As crispy bites make hearts enthrall.

Under neon lights and evening’s glow,

The street vendor’s stall begins to show.

Hot and fresh, they’re served with pride,

In paper cones, a joy inside.

The crunch of fries, a simple bliss,

A taste of comfort, pure and crisp.

With every bite, the world feels right,

In street food’s charm, a sweet delight.

Among the crowd and city’s hum,

The humble fry becomes a drum,