Every morning when I awake
My cooker is ready to start to bake,
I prepare an onion to cook and fry
My eyes then cry, I don’t know why!
Tag: bake
A Pizza Poem
Circle is shape of mine
And my taste is also fine,
You can bake me over a high flame
Pizza is my lovely name!
Triangle is the shape of my slice
I am covered with cheese and spice!
A Cook’s Poem
Every morning when I awake
My stove is ready to start to bake
When I prepare some onion to cook and fry
My eyes then cry, I don’t know why!
“What do they do” 18
Grill, roll, bake or maybe blend,
I make food, stove is my friend!
(A cook)