In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
stops the lazy time, for clock’s hands he sets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
Categories:
omelets, funny, summer,
Form: Limerick
Light withdrawn
Expands again
approaches dawn
clucks the hen
Constellations fade
Skies o’erspread
glory arrayed
chickens fed
Rising sun
Prayers bespake
omelets done
tastebuds awake
Entry in 'Embodying the Light' contest
Sponsor: Unspeaking Speaker
January 27, 2025
Categories:
omelets, color, light, sky, stars,
Form: Rhyme
In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
lazy time passes him by, he forgets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
Categories:
omelets, funny,
Form: Limerick
Even though they have wings
Emu’s can’t fly. Hens lay
Emerald-green eggs in
Expansive leaf lined nests.
Each emu egg would make
Enormous omelets
Envisage eating that!
Categories:
omelets, bird,
Form: Pleiades
Soft-shelled things by their sources laid
On spots assuring them no raid:
In my poultry picked up by maid,
With care handled or her upbraid
“Boiled or Omelets but with bread,
For my breakfast do as I’ve said!”
I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth!
As birds live, we’ll record no dearth,
In shape completely the oval -
All Eggs and The Earth are global….
Egg-laying time the hen cackles,
With man’s presence: rising hackles!
Snakes wouldn’t want you to come near;
Once you do, for your heels I fear,
That of Powerful Eagle rare:
Sure, The Eagle won’t seekers spare!
The glad choice of some shrines and gods;
Extend them and they’ll drop their rods;
You won’t again be hit like pods;
From then a life of happy nods…
When dropped or found on the ground: eggs
Time to carefully drag one’s legs;
Why each week in my abdomen?
Not its yolk liked: it’s Albumen.
Categories:
omelets, animal, creation, imagination, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Walking distance from my home’s
The perfect place for lunch;
It’s also great for dinner and
For those who favor brunch.
Resembling a bistro,
It is intimate and chic,
Where meals are eaten leisurely,
If that’s the vibe you seek.
The menu’s filled with omelets,
Salads, sandwiches and soup
And various desserts, some topped
With ice cream, just a scoop.
The neighborhood is fancy
But the prices aren’t high.
It’s a restaurant where pleasure
Is in bountiful supply.
Today my friend and I indulged
In lunch at Pascalou,
The best location for two pals
To have a rendezvous.
Categories:
omelets, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Nobody really likes a short-form read
a small screed about the mind-shattering infinitude of the universe
or the endless grandeur of nature - I mean not really.
We must move along, be willingly captured
by a more comprehensible minutiae.
The ordinary is the realm of the poet,
let the mystics ponder that big stuff.
For it is we who make our omelets
just a little different every time.
And do we list, label, depict, add, or subtract?
You bet we do.
Do we paint with a fine tipped brush - gush about
the normal, the humdrum, the passed-over,
the often overlooked and so typically common;
all those very ordinary unmemorable
yet essential ingredients of a small egg meal
for one?
Yes we do,
and you like it.
Categories:
omelets, poetry,
Form: Free verse
At long last we're getting used to the heat
Frying cheese omelets right out in the street
Is this climate change?
No, just home on the range
With hot chocolate's when we go trick or treat!
Written 10/16/22
Categories:
omelets, humor,
Form: Limerick
Dog hair in my omelets.
Dog hair in my sleeve.
Dog hair in my carpets.
I can barely breathe.
Dog hair in my hamburger.
Dog hair floating in the air in every way.
We are eating globs of dog hair
Loving this big galoot more every single day.
Categories:
omelets, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Oatmeal I shall dine-on
Omelets are fine too
Obesity I shun
Occasion coming up
Orange chiffon dress and
Opal earrings I'd wear
Outlook for a new beau
4/6/2021
Poetry Contest: Pleiades O
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
A Pleiades is a 7 line poem with each line containing 6 syllables.
It has a one word title and for this contest must start with letter O.
Each line must start with an O also.
Categories:
omelets, romance,
Form: Verse
Outspoken mom to eight
Ornery little boys
Omelets for dinner
Only drank rye whiskey
Orchids, her private love~
Old letters in the hand
Of my great grandmother.
4/05/21
Pleiades O contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
(the syllable count was verified on howmanysyllables.com)
Categories:
omelets, appreciation, grandmother, history,
Form: Verse
Welcome she said with a chopsquirrely grin.
I was entranced, and enthralled, and I quickly ran in.
We have puddings, cakes, omelets, hamburgers too.
What can we bring little ‘ole you?
Immediately at ease, I looked around at their chrome.
The restaurant was spotless, and I felt quite at home.
Tenderloin and fries, I told this beauty with a wink.
Having no idea what was back in the back in the sink.
For they chopsquirrel you here, when you do not suspect
They are creeping up behind you with an axe at your neck.
They knock you out senseless with the very first blow.
Now I know why this is a restaurant where others don’t go….
Categories:
omelets, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
You! Across the paisley covered kitchen table!
Why do our knees kiss..then
lock helplessly in a welcome embrace, as in a fable?
I am so enchanted when we feed each other.
The way you make those sunny omelets sets my
heart all aflutter.
How you look at me with those languished eyes!
Those orbs, deliciously succulent as hot apple pie.
There is no news on, for this is our day to play.
Blessedly under stay-in-place orders but we are
more than happy~ I say!
No dishes do we choose to do by hand.
Into that beloved dishwasher they go, and come
out divinely spic and span.
Come, my love on the deck's swing to recline.
Those dark green, sateen cushions, all our flowers
and we, so blessed ~by God's sunshine!
April 2, 2020
9:30am PST
Categories:
omelets, food, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
I love potatoes in the form of chips
Or mashed with gobs of butter
And salt and pepper.
Throw in a can of creamed-corn.
But if you do that crunch in crackers
And add salt and pepper and jalapeños
Fries? Sure. They are potatoes too.
I like the wavy ones with ketchup and sour cream
Pile them and add salt, pepper and jalapeños
I love potatoes. In candy, in casseroles, in gravy.
I would eat them in omelets or on pancakes.
I eat potato chips in my soup like crackers
I am a potato lover.
Hash browns? Oh yes.
With cheese, ketchup and jalapeños.
Salt and pepper? Why not!
Categories:
omelets, food,
Form: Epulaeryu
Hens in a hen house all wanted to cook
Some would bake and some would look
They didn’t have dough, so bread they did not
But plenty of eggs which they scrambled a lot.
They got bored with the same ol’ style
Tossed in some new herbs of sesame,
Delighted the taste was a great success
They decided to advance their cooking process
Made omelets with cheese covered with paprika
A mighty fine dish which they announced “eureka”
One egg fell to the floor and was admired how it laid flat
“Gee” said one hen, “can’t we do something with that”?
They had many ideas to make it a delight
One wanted to roll it but wasn’t just right.
Another said to fry it with a dash of nutmeg
Turned out to be the best doggone fried egg.
They flipped it over and flip it twice
debating which would be rather nice
to have it on plate or in a cup
little chick said “how about sunny side up”?
Categories:
omelets, funny,
Form: Rhyme
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