What's For Breakfast
What's for breakfast I am asking myself
For when I look in the pantry I see many choices on the shelf
There are cereals, oats, rice, wheat, and bran
It is hard for this empty stomach to make it's stand
Should I just open the fridge and take out the eggs
Or am I too hungry to wait as my belly begs
Perhaps just a PB and J is just right to start this day
If I wait much longer my stomach will begin to pray
So that is it then I finally made my choice
It is PB and J and it will hurriedly still the voice
A glass of cold milk to wash it all down
And now I feel fit for a king as I put on my crown
Out the door now I hurry off to work
But wait a minute, I'm retired so I turn around with a jerk
Over to the recliner I retreat now to rest
What a wonderful start to this day, all this in jest
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