Simple ingredients with a background story

Haiku

Warm freshly laid eggs

—the hen hissed a warning sound,

One was snatched for meal

Tanka

The room smelled of toast

with melted cheese and fried egg

sprinkled pinch of salt

Brunch was served with rumbling tum

She relished what's left on the spence

Free style

Melted cheese in perfectly butter toasted bread

She loves dairy

It's a routine when she's hungry,

Her palate needs one or they'll be weary and grumps

She spread some mayo and ketchup,

Delighted by the pinkish color and licked her thumb

So far so good, she thrums,

Then saw the remaining egg on her pantry

Swooped her old wok—in chinese style

with skill, she fry

Crispy with a crunch,

topped it off by salt with a pinch

She missed sesame seeds and roasted some

"Oh dear, should I add one?"

Her tummy grumbles

'hurry up woman! It's brunch!'

And so proceeded with her unique sense of taste

Embarking her day with a little bit of haste