Spices

Adding to my food,

Sometimes you are rude.

You come in different shapes,

Never to let us know where you escape.

Pleasing is your nature,

Striving to be a creator.

Sweet and sour, whatever is your taste,

You never let it go, just in waste.

My taste buds have different taste,

But I know you are always there to keep everything it in its place.

Hot and spicy,

Oh no! you sometimes become dicey.

I often wonder why you are made,

Explicating myself that it will never ever fade.

Adding varieties to my food

Oh spices is it that your only mood.