Breakfast Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ham and egg
And pancake
And omelet

When we hear we can shape
Our mouths get feeling, taste
Good looking and tasty breakfast

But not mine, which is strange

I had boiled the beetroots
Making Laboo; (childhood)
Failed to eat for long time
Bloodied my fridge
Till last night

Took it out; had a touch
Sleazy, it was soft
With some mold on its top

I don’t waste
Not at all

What to do?
I heated, had a bite
Was funny and too much

In morning I heated left over
Added oil, then two eggs
Invented an omelet