I was really tired when I wrote these!
I want an egg sandwich.
These things make themselves
If you’ve lost enough sleep
You can watch them
Life is easier when your breakfast is sentient
As long as its attitude toward being eaten
A positive attitude
Can really make or break
A good breakfast.
Don’t break my breakfast
By giving it existential dread
Don’t let it start enjoying the real world
Or fearing death
I must eat it
And I hate having to catch my own breakfast.
Swifter than a deer
So does the yolk in my egg sandwich run.
A second attempt:
I must catch my own breakfast
The eggs are runny
The bacon is cooking fast
And these quickbreads won’t get away from me anytime soon.
But they’re going to have to get up earlier than that in the morning!