George BernardBloodyShaw

Rookie (One day at the beginning of my life / England is my country)

Operatic Omelette - Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

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

Comments about Operatic Omelette by George BernardBloodyShaw

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 4, 2010

[Hata Bildir]