The Breakfast

Tomorrow, maybe,
Will be the day
That you will sleep late while
I make breakfast.

I’m not a pancake kind of girl
You’re not a pancake kind of guy
So maybe we’ll do waffles, but
I’d rather not today.

Instead, hashbrowns.
Perhaps?

You’ll come downstairs as they
Sizzle happily and eggs transform
From translucent liquid to white fluffy clouds.

Three whites, one yolk apiece.
I care not only about breakfast
But your cholesterol too.

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About heatherdaniel

I'm a runner, writer, eater and traveler.
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One Response to The Breakfast

  1. stvmllr says:

    Can’t stop laughing. Poor little egg.

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