Ordering Breakfast At the Cafe
I would like peanut butter macaroni and cheese please.
And some tasty mice on my hamburger if it is not too much trouble.
The pancakes should have dollops of garbage and limburger cheese.
He will have a bowl of oatmeal, his mother said, on the double.
The waitress had six children of her own, so she understood well.
With a side of cartwheel and unicorns? She asked the four-year-old.
He was immediately in love, thought she was totally swell.
She could do not wrong now, this mother with a heart of gold.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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