by Unknown
May 2010 317 Views 2 comments
Breakfast at a Diner
My toast's hard,
my coffee's cold.
My bacon's chared,
my paper's old.
My eggs are to runny,
and to top it all off.
the jam tastes funny.
my coffee's cold.
My bacon's chared,
my paper's old.
My eggs are to runny,
and to top it all off.
the jam tastes funny.
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Posted: May 2010
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Funny thing, I enjoyed a meal at an all day breakfast joint. Before I wrote this.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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