Breakfast by K. Reid I cooked my eggs all soft and gooey, Now they're on the floor. Oh phooey. A stack of pancakes all golden brown, My dog just knocked them on the ground. A piece of toast. That's light and nice, I just keep fighting with the mice. A bowl of cereal would be just right, Shoot - I ate the rest last night. I can't find a thing in this house to munch, Oh well, ten minutes and it's time for lunch.Birth sign: Not entered
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