Burnt Soy

Burnt soy
‘Mind the evening’s joys
Wafting through the halls
When the morning calls

Stretching biceps
Compact sizes
Touching walls
Does not fit all

Breakfast time
Cost more than a dime
Coffee and Doughnut
Somewhere around Eleven Bucks

On the street below
To school they will go
Backpacks moving in tune
Children dressed white and blue

Six to Six they will go
Lots to learn and lots to know
Six days a week
Walking down the street

Taxi comes
To work we go
Until the setting sun
Expertise to show

Typhoons aplenty
Home is where I want to be
Planes not many
Across the big blue sea

Pizza I have
Without the soy
My appetites gone mad
American joys