Eggscuse Me Poem by Gary James Smith
Eggscuse Me
EGGSCUSE ME
One of my favorite pastimes
Is breakfast in the morning
Usual choice of bacon and eggs
I can make them without warning
Any moment I can find a pan
Put in some margarine
Turn the heat to the desired spot
With eyes that begin to gleam
Take the eggs when the pan looks ready
Crack it on the side
Not too hard so as not to spill
Its precious contents inside
Usually I like to have a couple
Or make that even three
Add two toast slightly browned
And I'm in ecstasy!
When they whiten to where I like 'em
I take my flipper in hand
Not leaving them long on the other side
They're removed from the frying pan
My plate's now ready to spread them out
I do that oh so lightly
Don't want to break those tender yokes
Then it becomes unsightly
My bacon's next, I like it crisp
So it stays in the pan awhile
As it turns colour, begins to darken
My lips begin to smile
Ah, bacon and eggs, I can taste it now
I'm ready to enjoy my meal
The toaster pops, perfect timing
It all seems so surreal!
Move my chair so I can sit
Enjoy my meal at the table
Bow my head as I give thanks
That my God is able
Take my toast and dip it
Into the orange colored yoke
Nothing like fresh eggs
To favor us country folk
Devouring one, then another
Heading for number three
Oops! My plate just slipped and fell
Now the yoke's on me!
Copyright Gary James Smith
March 1,2007
garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca
I have enjoyed very much your captivating poem. Such delicious moments. The way you create this poem, such finest moments. Bacon and eggs, my favourite too. This is a true mesmerizing poem and true delicious eggs baked with bacon. Though already 10 years baked, they are still fresh and " ready-ro-eat" EGGS..........cuse me. A true admirable poem. Thius one goes to MyFavPoemList. Thank you so much for sharing. God's Blessings!
It is not that this, when written, was not the least 'well done'. It is that such common things are worth no more than a one. So rather than abuse myself lamenting this display. I thought that I'd enjoy myself and try my eggs his way. GW62
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4/25/2024 7:30:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nothing is as pleasure some as king size breakfast eith three eggs and crispy browned toasts which is heaven as it the bread drenched in yellow yoke touches my taste buds. Beautiful morning start. Thank-you.