AN ODE TO AN OMELETTE

Had a bite of an Oriental Omelette a couple of Fridays ago and I was hooked. So simple in its preparation, yet so delicate in taste. Came back home, high on spirits, and promptly wrote this paean to the omelette.

ODE TO AN ORIENTAL OMELETTE

Myriad pubs and seedy bars did I frequent,
Hoping to find the perfect complement.
'Coz the best snack to go with a merry drink,
Was all in my spare time that I could think.

But taste is all about the monies, they said.
The better it tastes, the more you paid.
And so a minor fortune I foolishly spent
In futile search for the ultimate complement.

Alas! In no joint did I ever come across
A flavour upon which a man could gloss.
Or even an inviting aroma strong,
One could immortalize in a song.

All seemed lost, when one crazy, drunken evenin',
On the restaurant menu, below Fish Liver Gin,
I found the beauty I never had met;
It was the humble Oriental omelette.

I swear by Jove, it was a delightful dish.
Stuffed with mushrooms and Parmesan cheese.
Four delicate eggs soft-fried in butter,
Tomatoes and ball-pepper on the platter.

The hard spirits felt strangely smooth
Such did the tender omelette soothe.
And till the very last, broken morsel
It gave me the joy in a kid's carousal.

No more swirling serpents of doubt,
Be it whiskey, vodka, rum or beer stout
The only food on my frugal plate
Will forever be the Oriental omelette.

So what is your chakna of choice?