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: mark
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!
Traffic and Transportation 2
The oil is my favorite drink
I’m strong, that’s what I think
With my wheels I make the mark
Everyone knows, I’m a _ _ _ _ _!
(Truck)