by Amazing Izekor
The prelude begins with a pop.
4 slices of toast jump out to create the beat
Frying pan sizzles act as an accompaniment
Sizzle, pop, pop, sizzle, pop, sizzle, pop
Arising aromas are a complimentary gift
For the audience to enjoy as they behold
Mum flawlessly conduct the spectacle
Striking movements maintaining order
Hush, the duet is about to begin
The whining cries of her youngest
In perfect harmony with the hissing kettle
Everyone is awake now.
Given into the temptation of,
Fried eggs on toast (Mum’s special).
Here they come thud, thud, thud
Good morning.
Morning.
Morning mum.
Baritone, tenor, mezzo-soprano
Echoes of What’s for breakfast
Soon follow. They know
But they still ask. Anyways,
Breakfast is on the table.
Clinks of cutlery against crockery
Each with their own tempo
I’ll drop the kids off.
Thank you, dear.
The concert is coming to a close.
Bye, have a nice day.
Cheerio!
See you later mum.
It appears the concert has ended.
Not quite.
Time for the outro.
…listen to Heart Breakfast tomorrow morning
From 6:30 for your next chance to win.
This is Heart!
And this, is Carol’s solo performance.
From conductor to star of the show
She dances in her dressing gown
Singing until her voice goes hoarse
Now, the performance is truly over.
She bows then raises her arms
Looking up to the heavens
Soaking in all the praise and glory
Alas, the exaltation never comes.
No claps.
No flowers.
No cheers.
Just empty silence, dishes in the sink and 22 unread emails.
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