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Egg and Bacon Sandwich

I heat up the stove and throw oil in the pan
I watch as the grease pop
Here comes the eggs man
Don't let the cooking stop
Once the egg is nice and fried 
I slam the bacon down nice and calm
I burnt the egg so I slowly cried
as it sizzled and popped just like a bomb
I rushed to the fridge to grab the cheese
I ran to the toaster to toast my bread
Sadly I tripped and slammed my knees 
I might as well be dead
I got up so the bacon wouldn't burn
and flipped it over
making sure each side gets a turn
I finally finished cooking all the food
Made the sandwich to the inch of perfection
I freaked out because I saw this disgusting dude
I then noticed it was just my reflection
This was the perfect sandwich, I know I'm right
I smiled, the scent of the meat lingers 
I saw a large greasy hand come into sight
And rip it away from my fingers
I screamed as he bit into it
"Don't eat anymore of it, I forbid!"
I begged and begged for him to quit
He finished the rest of it, I really hate my kid.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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