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The Taste and Smells of Sounds
the hot oil hisses
six slices of smoked bacon
curl up and frazzle
cooking to crispy perfection
the rip of kitchen roll
meets the excess oil
Bacon gently squeezed
the oven door slams
Sausages added to skillet
they crack, pop and snap
baked beans bubble away
stir as not to let stick
the sizzle of the oil
two organic eggs
go noisily from transparent
to white and golden
an aluminium robot clicks
four slices of white bread
surrender to the white hot mesh
the robot boinks - toast's ready
the water fall rapids
fill the open kettle
gas audibly bumps as lit
blubbering to a boil and whistle
the plink of three sugar cubes
causes morning tea ripples
a small black tea leaf floats
like a fly swimming in soup
tea sipped, toast crunched
bacon crisped sausages munched
no hash browns for today
the beans and eggs are silent
cellophane, tears and flips
a cigarette finds my lips
I puff the final course
and blow dragon nostrils
only two things can beat
the sounds of breakfast
the smells inhaled
and the tastes savoured
six slices of smoked bacon
curl up and frazzle
cooking to crispy perfection
the rip of kitchen roll
meets the excess oil
Bacon gently squeezed
the oven door slams
Sausages added to skillet
they crack, pop and snap
baked beans bubble away
stir as not to let stick
the sizzle of the oil
two organic eggs
go noisily from transparent
to white and golden
an aluminium robot clicks
four slices of white bread
surrender to the white hot mesh
the robot boinks - toast's ready
the water fall rapids
fill the open kettle
gas audibly bumps as lit
blubbering to a boil and whistle
the plink of three sugar cubes
causes morning tea ripples
a small black tea leaf floats
like a fly swimming in soup
tea sipped, toast crunched
bacon crisped sausages munched
no hash browns for today
the beans and eggs are silent
cellophane, tears and flips
a cigarette finds my lips
I puff the final course
and blow dragon nostrils
only two things can beat
the sounds of breakfast
the smells inhaled
and the tastes savoured
Published 24th Aug 2018
| Edited 2nd Dec 2018
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