Simple ingredients with a background story
Haiku
Warm freshly laid eggs
—the hen hissed a warning sound,
One was snatched for meal
Tanka
The room smelled of toast
with melted cheese and fried egg
sprinkled pinch of salt
Brunch was served with rumbling tum
She relished what's left on the spence
Free style
Melted cheese in perfectly butter toasted bread
She loves dairy
It's a routine when she's hungry,
Her palate needs one or they'll be weary and grumps
She spread some mayo and ketchup,
Delighted by the pinkish color and licked her thumb
So far so good, she thrums,
Then saw the remaining egg on her pantry
Swooped her old wok—in chinese style
with skill, she fry
Crispy with a crunch,
topped it off by salt with a pinch
She missed sesame seeds and roasted some
"Oh dear, should I add one?"
Her tummy grumbles
'hurry up woman! It's brunch!'
And so proceeded with her unique sense of taste
Embarking her day with a little bit of haste