This morning I made my mom's breakfast in bed.
I tried to be careful, but burnt all the bread.
I tried to make sure that the coffee was hot,
by boiling the bit left in yesterday's pot.
I charred a few pancakes, and grits.
The sausage, I seared into smoldering bits.
I made her some muffins like miniature coals,
and roasted a package of cinnamon rolls.
I scorched several servings of hamburger hash,
and microwaved bacon until it was ash.
I blackened a bagel, which started to smoke.
The smoke alarm sounded. My mother awoke.
I think she was panicked. Her filled with dread.
I proudly presented her breakfast in bed.
She grimaced, then silently counted to ten,
and asked me to never make breakfast again.
Hi! Maryam, nice to see you here in PH...Welcome to the family! ! ! Great to read your compositions. Keep on writing. A+++
Hmmm i liked reading it... refreshing as Asif said and rhyming makes the read joyful... Keep writing...
what a disastrous breakfast it wud be lol....a very refreshing write with ver good use of rhymes....i liked it, keep up with the good write..thanks 10 rgds asif
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I would like to translate this poem
Maryam, This one really very funny. You made me laugh!