Dear, today you are away,
And I have to prepare breads four.
Really, tonight I am hungry,
Its past ten and minutes few more.
Let me try it today,
Earlier I knew it, its as duty of your.
As you told on phone,
I took the right quantity of flour.
In the flour, I tried to sprinkle water
But by mistake, I did poured More.
Its full sticky dear.
Ah! I have to add flour much more.
Thanks, you can’t see it,
Or your could have teased for sure.
With same love of palms.
Carefully I did knead the flour,
Now I have to flat them round,
But roller dances this way or around.
None bread turned as round,
No symmetry in them I did found.
While baking, they did stick on pan,
Bring a nonstick pan please, when you return.
My some bread looked India,
Some Australia, and Africa I did found.
These are continental breads dear,
Don’t shed the tears, if crazy do I sound.
Because today I can announce,
In your absence, world’s best chef I have found.
(Disclaimer : Poet is a bachelor ЁЯЩВ )
Very creative Piyush. Well done.
Really funny, but what is fictitious, poem or disclaimer ? ЁЯЩВ ( Because bachelors are supposed to be good chef )
hahaha……….
good………..
pad kar majja aagya….
sir aapne wo sabjo banaya khaya to nhi…
hihihi…
non-stick pan is dewali to le aayena…hahaha…
tooooooooooo goooood poem……
jitni funny hai utni touching bhi….