Watch i as he dances with ingredients-assembling baked beans,eggs,sausages,chips
each frying,bubbling,boiling,beaten into harmonic patterns over fires on the gas range
He herds and musters,cuts ,slips,carries,pours each on to ceramic plates
wide enough to hold the whole spectrum of a Big British Breakfast
Slim enough to aid digestion.This is ART!-in the making/creating/presentation
We each devour in moments what took almost hours to prepare
Legends arise about the night we ate morning food,
rhythms of the day became confused.
Mastication is an art form,too
Next time,we will time each item
to make sure we fit within our proper eating seasons
FALKLAND ARMS
Forget Malvinas,Margaret Thatcher,General Belgrano-
tonight is open mike and the talent is young and hungry
Tribes gather to support and encourage-spluttering songs through microphones
to reach the willing ears of those assembled here.
Night fires on until almost 11 pm,and young man first time
begins anthem HATE ME!to his generation
Silence enters the room-respect grows
He worries about flat notes-but carries the night
with an arc and a smile made of pure delight!
He has been tribally initiated-glows with accomplishments
Thanks the host for creating this sonic temple
goes home with his parallel friends/transformed
Trans forming...
PUB LUNCH HAIKU
Atlantic prawns and
calamari ,chips, whitefish
Add some ketchup,too!
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