Grams the Menacing and Hot Pot Where's My Breakfast- -

Grams The Menacing And Hot Pot where's my breakfast- - Whose pot is that? I think I know. Grams is quite happy cooking yo! Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her frying homemade biscuits Oh. She gives her pot a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves outside kitchen window birds awake. The pot is menacing, hot and deep Gram where's my breakfast, But she has promises to keep, After making cakes and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to her cheap surely they last. She rises from her gentle bed, With thoughts of Karo® syrup and pancakes in her head, She eats her jam with lots butter on her bread. Ready for the day ahead. Lastly with bacon and grits and gravy, thanks ya gram