The Egg Curry!!

Here they go,

The hero of this poem and his pals;

Communicator pings and the intelligence hints,

EGG CURRY in the menu with few gorgeous gals;

Bang goes the door,

Hullabaloo on the floor;

A march to the mess,

Men are valiant, they are fearless;

Eyes lit, chests overblown,

Heads high and the destination higher;

He climbs, they gasp, huff and pant,

He sings, they rant;

Here they arrive,

On the mall, ending the toil after the turmoil;

Riding on a cloud, envied by the crowd;

In a hurry, to gobble EGG CURRY;

Here it comes,

The hope,

With the pedigree of getting splintered

And the propensity of recuperating unhindered;

Here it goes,

The hopeful but hapless spoon in the haggard hand,

In the curry, plunging and exploring

Alas! A spoon is spoon, no magic wand;

And here it comes,

The reminiscent of the great Shakespeare,

A curry in the mess

by any other name

Would be equally eggless;

Goofy (N.R.E)