No avocado toast for me today.
The whole grain nut-and-seed the family hates,
And I have found a recipe to play
With, worthy of a decorated plate.

I got up early with it on my mind,
For I was hot while lying there in bed,
And still I steam: I search but cannot find
A thing to keep my hair atop my head.

Reheat my coffee once, then twice, and still
It cools because I do not sit to sip.
The fruit is sweet — a pretty bowl to fill.
The bacon sizzles — almost time to flip.

My lunch will be a salad in a while,
But I’ll smell grease all day, which makes me smile.