Breakfast In Bed
A piece of bread – untoasted
Splotches of peanut butter in torn spots
Chocolate syrup dripping
With M&M’s sprinkled on top
A bowl of Capt’n Crunch
Extra marshmallows on the side
An open jar of fresh bee’s honey
Unpopped kernels of pop-corn thrown inside
Warm water with ten teabags
Inside a sippy cup
The tall glass of orange juice empty
It tipped over on its way up
But he made it with his own hands
Of that he’s surely proud
Singing, “I made you breakfast in bed, Dad”
A little bit too loud
I know there’s a mess in the kitchen
Waiting for Dad, a towel and mop
But the smiles he puts upon my face
Will surely never stop
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