A little runny,
A little chewy,
A little bumpy,
A little yellow.
Full of flavour,
Devour me,
I'm your food saviour.
Yes!
Do mind that yolk,
It's a little delicate,
I tear easily between your teeth!
Now dip, my bread,
Oh! Please quilt me!
Then, in your mouth,
I go to bed comfy!
I'm not everyone's favourite cup of tea,
You can't pour me into a pot!
You can put me on a plate
I'll delight your palate,
With my smooth, creamy mixture,
And my silky texture.
So next time you ask,
"What's for breakfast?"
Remember;
I am...
Scrambled Egg!
About the Creator
Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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Comments (3)
Yeah...hungry now.
Ouu nice! Now I want scrambled eggs, lol.
I find you lack of toast disturbing...😁...truly a meal of champions! Well done Carol!