Mom Away Mee This Way
Hey, son, Mom is outside,
so I'm off to cook for myself a bowl of sumptious mee...
She is the Minister of Kitchen,
I wouldn't dare cramp her style if I wish for my very own bowl of mee...
Pardon me if you should feel famish,
If next I upload a picture of my finished bowl of mee..
Slurp! Bound to be super duper delicious,
For all the various ingredients to be found in Mom's Kitchen...
Recipe? Naw, what recipe are you thinking aloud,
My taste buds are blessed to appreciate only the very best...
When Mom is out of her kitchen,
I am the Maestro of jumbled dishes that my tastebuds sing out in praises...
I dare say nowhere can you find a bowl of mee like mine,
So tasty and delicious, mouth watering in appearance and smooth in texture..
Ya, ya, you are right... you know much better..
My bowl of mee is just a pack of instant noodle off the shelf in Mom's fridge..!
Copyright © Keng Chuan Seng | Year Posted 2015
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