The sizzle, the splatter
the best rinds are fatter,
delectable bacon is frying!
The tomato, the sausage,
puffed up like a gossage,
a brown egg or two is worth trying!
The toast, lightly done,
crisp soldiers for one,
border the plate that is offered.
The napkin's stained yellow
the tummy feels mellow,
the full English breakfast now scoffered!
I have just enjoyed a week of such lovely breakfasts this last week in the Southern Highlands of Scotland. Back to home and plain museli today.
ReplyDeleteYour poem brought the sizzle back to my nose - wonderful!
I'm more of a muesli gal myself. Kiwi men like their big breakfasts! ;D
DeleteGreat use of sound, rhyme and rhythm, Carol! My husband loves a full veggie breakfast. I prefer fruit and yogurt.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I couldn't do justice to a breakfast such as I have described. :D
DeleteA great poem! That looks so good! It would take two to eat all of that!
ReplyDeleteOr one Kiwi chap. Hehe. ;D
DeleteDelightful rhythm and rhyme. Our daughter was just in England, and her first meal was whatever this would be without meat.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Merril! Often baked beans are added along with mushrooms. I don't have a cooked breakfast, but hubby does. [He cooks it himself. ;D]
DeleteDelicious rhyming throughout this poem! Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 😍😍
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sanaa and thanks for the delicious prompt! :D
DeleteHaha! Real fun!
ReplyDeleteGlad it made you smile, Ain! I don't seem to be able to post comments on your site but I do read your poetry! I enjoy what you post.
DeleteWhy is it that away from home one could allow oneself a breakfast, such as your well described full-English when one would never dream of having it at home? Perhaps having it cooked by someone else helps, Carol...
ReplyDeleteI agree, Andrew! For some reason, when one is on holiday a full English breakfast fits the bill. ;D
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