An ode in the kitchen

Snoozed the alarm, the day'll be rushed
   Cursed the clock before you brushed
First things first, set milk to boil
   Take the wok, throw in the oil

Remember veggies not yet cut
   Blame the world for the rut
Open the fridge, see what's there
   All that gunk, a nightmare



Half a cabbage, rotting fast
   One tomato, breathing its last
Cut cut cut, chop chop chop
   Milk boiled over, what a flop.

Peel the shallots, almost crying
   The stinky cabbage is deep frying
Down the coffee, get the high,
   Now, all's fine, said the sigh.

This way and that, the meal is done
   Rasam's watery, oh what fun.
Sambar's ok, but rice a mash
   And the cabbage, a septic rash

By and by, packed the lunch
   Waterbottle and snack to munch
A moment to sit, breathe and think
   Not about the dirty sink.

Bring more coffee, bring more tea
 Joy with caffeine in me
Gimme that bread, gimme the jelly
   Switch off the brain, switch on the telly
 
Now its almost afternoon,
   Time for tiffin, back to the room.
Idly ? Dosa? you don't care.
   Bonda, bhajji, should you dare?

Mash potatoes, make the batter
   Dip and fry, that's all will matter
Never mind the cardio plug
   Just side it with a steaming mug

End of day, hungry for more
   All aside, stomach to the fore
You pick the phone, and chew the fat,
   Pizza's here, thank God for that.