Sunday, January 10, 2010

DAD, the Omelet King; a poem






DAD THE OMELET KING

Once upon a warm winter night
There was a man named The Omelet King
And the kitchen was in sight
And all in the house began to sing

Because he, the omelet king
Makes the most amazing omeletes
You've ever tasted or seen
Leaving you with no regrets

So after toiling endlessly
for hours on end
He unleashed his majesty
Upon the land

From Ham to Avacados to Olives
He cooked and he slaved
And then he called us
And the day was saved

With thanks and mild mercy
WE THANK YOU OMELET KING
Because even though it was worth it
In a food coma, I am slipping......

ZZZZzzzzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzz.......

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