Omelette

Brevity is the source of wit,

So as I write this recipe

Don't think less of me

If I go on a bit.

Do not borrow or even lend.

Use what there is to hand.

The ingredients that you use

Will dictate the size of pan.

To thine own self be true

Adopt the recipe.

As night will follow day,

To be or not to be.

Crack them open, down they fall.

Alas! Poor yolk, I knew you well.

Now so very vulnerable,

I knew you in your shell.

Add milk and seasoning to taste,

All together you now fry.

Do I hear you cry out loud

All that lives must surely die?

To you I'm cruel, to me you're kind.

But that always was your fate.

Silent now as it's all done

And you're lying on the plate.

Not onions or garlic did Shakespeare add

Whilst sitting in company,

So he might with sweet breath

Hear sweet comedy.