Waking with tears,
the opposite of waking with cheer,
someone handed you a bagel and
ran off with the schmear.
Wait who did-this?
They left you with a fucking biscuit.
Split top eat before putting on socks
STOP - you can’t call this breakfast!
Like a bad book, nothing else to read
so you reluctantly read-it. and
the butter you breaded.
Biscuit on a blanket,
last night got hot
strapped to the bed by anklets.
An odd way to warm a biscuit,
but hey, I tried to warn you from the distance.
I heard your mother sputter,
“Do you want a biscuit with your butter?
This may be yummy
but won’t get you any closer to a flatter tummy...”
Yeah I know, your mother’s speech was quite crumby.