041410z Family Breakfast Poem by Manonton Dalan

smell of frying bacon and eggs rouse everybody
some are rubbing there eyes; some sleep walking
they huddle in one corner; i could imagine their craving
about a dozen of them in all sizes; they're well discipline
three of them tried to help out which is much appreciated
some went out to play because it takes time to prepare

smell of coffee is mask by frying and cooking pan cakes
thye're making fried rice too; maybe fried fish with tomato
this must be heavy breakfast or might as well call it brunch
on this part of the globe breakfast is always main course
it must be preparation for long hours of work in the farm
it surprise me nobody seem to gain weight; so do i