Scrambled Brains With My Tea
Scrambled brains for breakfast.
Bramble berries for lunch.
Ritz crackers with cheddar.
I love their simple crunch.
Scrambled brains or scrambled eggs?
It is a question from a literal.
Scrambled brains I insist
Hoping she will have a fit-er-al.
But that makes no sense she insists.
Wanting her own way yet again.
I ignore her easily.
Determined now to win.
Scrambled brains on toast.
Scrambled brains for breakfast.
Scrambled brains with my tea.
Scrambled brains in every way.
They are as tender as can be.
You are crazy she tells me.
I accept the compliment with a smile.
I have truly grown up since childhood.
When phones had a big ole’ dial.
She tells her friends.
She calls our mother.
Tells on me because she’s mad.
Then she calls our brother.
I love the power I have over her.
It delights me in every way.
I may extend my visit now.
It has truly turned quite gay.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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