I know, all eyes on me
preparing my breakfast
a ritual I should say
I open cheap noodles
crush it before soaking
with water then throw
in microwave for agonizing
three minutes then put mix
I let it settle for a minute
I have pocket of special
ingredients of shrimp, ham
and mix vegetables; colorful
this all makes all difference
I mix all it up with my noodles
and heat it for two minutes
there goes my tiny breakfast
try this sometime, you like it
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