The sun is not out this morning
But
I can feel it anyway
It's shining in my soul
A big yellow ball of contentment
Large pulsating glowing, knowing
That calls for brunch
To express itself
A vast opportunity
Benedict
Or waffles
But
If it's OK with you
I want the right amount of syrup
Over easy
Always the way to go
I am not picking up the tab today
My eggs were cold
And not as expected
I just might have to find a new returant
Will you come with me? ?
You will probably say this one is fine
And you might be right
But
My seat is by the window
And I think I can smell the bathroom
I will find the ladies room
And decide if
It's acceptable
But...I am thinking...
If you pick up the check
I might just wait and go
At the nearest gas station
Thanks for brunch
It helped a lot
And
I love you
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