Steaming broccoli soup,
Roasted garlic, chopped green chives;
Slurp, slurp, burp, burp, burp…
Steaming broccoli soup Spaghetti bolognese smoke Eyes on eyes Slurp burp usurp yes no no yes Ohhhhh! brooch it fell on bombs in a brownie brioche bread drenched nights in red and white hoping to be mish for mash Lips smacking on mirror 20 past 3 and 40 past 8 Eyes still harping on missiles.............. Good write and attempt.....
right from preparation to consumption and digestion in just three lines....delicious
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You have now reminded me of my tea time...great senryu serving