Poem written to a picture of a breakfast table with a plate of ‘fried bacon and eggs, tomatoes, with crisp half burnt toast, and a glass of pure red grape juice…
Oh let us partake of fried bacon and eggs, with freshly cut tomatoes on the plates edge,
a slightly burnt buttered toast, a glass of juice to raise to our host…
Ah advocado for my colestrol, a country breakfast is the real deal,
with rolled oats for cereals, to start the day with a hearty meal…
On me oats pour me fresh cream, dont stop till I say when,
let my fork and knife glean, every little morsel I’ve seen…
Leave the coffee pot my friend, from your table I cannot obstain,
let me savor the aroma and blend, tomorrow morn I shall be back again…
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