Oh look at those sausages as they cook
How wonderful do they look
Frying, spitting, growing fat and brown
Listening to them sizzle, what a sound!
The bacon crisps as it’s turned
Not too much that it burns
Thick and mouth-watering does it look
A smile and a dribble from the cook!
Black and white pudding fry away
Oh how this makes a breakfasts day
Soft and oaty is the taste
Oh dear lord cook! Please make haste!
The egg pops away in the pan
Cooked and flipped deftly by a skilful hand
The yellow yoke whitens gently
But soon to be in a hungry belly!
Toast cooks under the grill
Light brown and ready for the meal
The butter slides on and melts away
Oh how wonderful this shall taste!
Finally it’s dished up on the plate
For the growling stomach can no longer wait!
Sauces tomato, brown, for him Ballymaloe
Pour on the breakfast in a steady flow
That first taste of fried heaven and ballymaloe
Gives the cheeks a happy glow
Then it’s over, the plate licked clean
That breakfast was something to be seen!
**There’s a link on my blogroll for anyone interested in Ballymaloe products. Trust me, you’ll never look back…
Caliburnus Rises 
I can almost taste the fry up, yum! Is ballymaloe the sauce they always had at O’Neills in St Albans?
Haha, Yeah Soprano it is the same relish/sauce. There’s a link for it on the blogroll. Take a look and see what else they do.
Cool. I will have a look at the link. I have been looking at your blog on my iPad recently and just looked again on the web. I like the redesign on it, the background looks good.
Keep it up!
Bless you mate, thank you. Just wanted something that stands out better and this one seems good enough. For now. May take a break from doing poetry or not do as much. Focus on other writing on here and have maybe one or two days of poetry? Dunno yet? It’s all change at the moment in many things.