Breakfast

Pudgy pig crossing fryin pan

But too long he was takin

Cuz unfortunately he ended up

Bein a plate full-a-bacon

 

Also crossin that pan

An egg yoke had been tryin

But in the heat of the moment

Found instead itself fryin

 

Both of them were showin

The result of slow feet

With them endin up

As breakfast ready to eat

 

With atutcha ketchup added

For that extra touch of taste

The final result showed

Nary a spec went to waste

Reviews

[Stu. T.H.]

Pleasantly delicious, poems on physical commodities such as food are always pleasant to read, since they reflect the living conditions and utility of our reality to a certain degree.
Thank you for sharing your work, author Dave Brown.

[Dave Brown]

My pleasure

[Arundass TP]

Wonderful morning food. Good poem. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Dave Brown]

Thankyou for your visit.
May you enjoy your breakfast and have a jolly day