I could write a sonnet <br />about what I just ate. <br />My lady's beautiful <br />omelette. <br />I may try operatic, <br />p'raps poetic, <br />that music of taste, <br />an omelette in travel <br />going from north to south <br />via my mouth. <br />No omelette going to waste, <br />a thing to revel, <br />my lady's a devil <br />when cooking that omeletting <br />thing. <br />So play it again <br />sonnet, operatic, <br />cooking poetic. <br />So pan out again, <br />do you ken.<br /><br />George BernardBloodyShaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/operatic-omelette/
