Brunch Is Best
Wake up late,
Mornings I hate
Don't like leaving my bed
The smell of bacon
Brings a cravin'
Jam spread over bread
Hash browns or home fries
Always satisfies
Kethchup on top
Pancakes are stuffed
With chocolate chip puffs
Plate is empty when I stop
Dinner is great
Late night snacks are blessed
But Brunch makes me happy, Brunch is the best!
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