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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.

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