I ponder if I could catch all these floating flavors, and keep them here for good.
Whenever cravings visit, I'd find a jar filled with it, a taste to smell a bit.
The Monday fragrance is some lovely carbonara; its scent you can't dismiss.
On Thursday I could smell, some curry or some roast beef; they'd please my nose so well.
These scents, they'd fill my walls, contained in many glass jars, thin or short, wide or tall.
A house of fragrances, an aromatic palace, a place of tasty trances.
after[word]: I'm not sure if sniffing these delicious foods would make my cravings go away. I think my cravings would just worsen. If a house like this existed, it'd appear quite shady and suspicious. "Come here to The Place of Tasty Trances! Your cravings will disappear!"