Ordinary Breakfast Brutality
Adjacent to Magic Mr. Coffee
Miss Sunbeam sits anxiously
atop the frigid Ms. Frigidaire
Grab two of her offspring
She protests perniciously
and shrieks ‘Kidnapper!!’
Madame Cuisinart murmurs
‘C’mon, right here in my slots
Oooh! Yes, you NAUGHTY boy’
Shove down her handle and hear
one victim exclaim to the other:
‘Hey bro, I think we’re toast’….
Damn RIGHT you are Sunny Boy
and don’t you dare burn me
then try to butter me up again
Bzzzt! (A shocking turn of events)
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
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