Breakfast Blues
Breakfast Blues
A day without breakfast is a day without cheer
No sunny side up, no jam to smear
Our smell crumbles,
While our belly rumbles
No bacon pick-ups or ham fill- ups
Only dying taste buds and dry hiccups
No pillows of pancakes to comfort
Only rising sensation to suffer
No butter to liven taste buds
No sausage to give your stomach hugs
Just plain emptiness to show its’ ugly mug
To mock our hunger and not show love.
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