Sunday, April 17, 2011

Ode to an Omelot

I managed to make the perfect Omelet the other day and I decided to post this poem (not written by me) to commemorate the occasion.


Fluffy, light and yellow
You are a splendid fellow

Stuffed with mushrooms, parsley and thyme
Yours is a flavour uniquely sublime

Some, who are good enough to teach
Have filled your insides with ginger peach

A firm, quick stroke to slit your belly
And the yolk oozes out like quivering jelly

Intermingled with fine Parma ham
Though there are some cretins who substitute spam

A soggy pulp at Rose’s diner
At Brennan’s you couldn’t be finer

Making you is quite an art
For you need such
A gentle touch to fire your heart

A skillful fold for you just begs
Lest you end up as scrambled eggs

 (Tee Hee : D ) 

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