Ode to an Omelet

Here is one of my oldest works of genius. I did not post it previously because I wanted to make sure such talent could be properly appreciated here. Well, I may be out on a limb, but I am hopeful this poem will be seen in the proper light, because it is, after all, rather thought provoking.

Ode to an Omelet

Dearest omelet, as I stare at thee
Your yellow pieces bring me glee
Like a crumpled sun, or a shredded flower
Dare I take a piece? Omelet, do not cower.
For at a fellow employee's desk
I do eat thee, while she, I test
Sent a’ wafting is your warm ketchupy scent
Whist I ask anxiously what the manager meant
When she said that she didn't like omelets . . . .

*snort* oh my....hahah...you know I thought you were being serious about "genius" and "appreciated talent." *laughs* oh goodness...ode to omelet, eh? Well if I were Sam I'd beat you with a stick for the *ergh* absolutely horrible rhythm, but I am not, and I don't do the rhythm thing. However, assuming I did: The rhythm was awful, absolutely wretched. It threw the reader so far off I could hardly grasp the topic--that is, shakespearean omelets.

However *snort* Wow.

This was really ridiculous. With a little revising, it could be passed off as mediocre comedy, but it takes itself too seriously. It's just an omelet.

Wow, that's certantly interesting.

For at a fellow employee's desk
I do eat thee, while she, I test

I don't understand...


If you were going to do a v2, I would sugest a limerick. I think this is the type of subject matter that would go perfectly in one.

This is silly... hehe... but why would he be eating this omelette at work?

If your Egg McMuffin fell apart, I suppose...

hahaha Just like misty, I thought you were serious about that "genius" ah well, for humour it is just perfect

Jennafina wrote:Wow, that's certantly interesting.

For at a fellow employee's desk
I do eat thee, while she, I test

I don't understand...

I think he means, at his employee's desk he eats the omelet, while he sees how far he can annoy her (with the omelet's smell) until she finally loses her mind. Since I guess she doesn't like omelets...but who doesn't like omelets?

But anywho, this was quite entertaining. The rhyming fits well. This is seriously genius.

This is seriously genius.

I think it's more like genius masquerading as non-genius masquerading as genius... ':\

If you know what I mean.

Very nice, breakfast really isn't the subject of enough poems lol the most important meal of the day at times seems to be the most underappreciated

A great thank you to those who have understood the great beauty of this piece. To those who do not apply to the preceding statement: Jealousy is firstly unnacceptable, and secondly, fruitless when there is no possibility of equating my poetic phenomenon. Apparently I was wrong when I thought there may be those here deserving of my influence.

Not all critics are jealous Sharty. Please treat your fellow members courteously, even the harshest critics. They're just trying to help.

I like poems that parody themselves. So many poems are melodramatic. It's only when it's applied to an undramatic object that it becomes funny.

I knew Robert Burns--it was quite a while back, and I was one of his major inspirations. To say that anyone here would not envy that? Now, Griffinkeeper, I believe you are out of line! Cheerio.

David... you missed the virtual soap bit. ^_^ Shhh.... be discrete. Or run. Works quite well, actually.

I think it's more like genius masquerading as non-genius masquerading as genius... ':\

If you know what I mean.

Quite insightful. ^_~

[s]Weird[/s] [s]strange[/s] interesting poem, Sharty... almost beats the sharks and bubble bath... o.O

That is so funny I can't stop laughing!