In The Morning-It's Wheaties And Toast.... Poem by Michael Gale

In the morning it's Wheaties and toast....
But-what i prefer, is eggs over easy, the most.

In the after noon...
The Sun is still out, instead of the moon.

In the late, late pm's...
Dark outside and you'll catch me eating, Reeces Pieces, or even M&M's.

Peanut butter is my main downfall...
That is my-inner most nature's call.

Anything flavored with peanut butter, i naturally like.
Raw, or mostly uncooked onions, and pears or sweet
pickles i strongly disss-like.

It is otherwise rare, of food i hate...
Anything else cheezey, is ever, oh-so-great!