Tomato Omlette Poem by Dorothy Sinha

I hobbled
onto a chair with raised legs
All I wanted was to gobble
some eggs
The menu spelled tomato omlette
a yellow spread of the size of a giant plate

soon there was the omlette- 'where are the eggs? ' I begged
The omlette laughed on my face
even the tomato added for taste
'Am a thick paste
of rice
with a slice
of onions
Hence, an omlette
hope this is clear Mate'


Refusing to pay
I ran away
was followed by the omlette
'please write a couplet
all things good
else I would
sue you! '