Do you what it is
that I like best?
Of course you don't,
Your'e no different
from the rest,
You haven't been put
to any kind of test.
Here's what I like my sweet...
Coffee in the morning,
that's my little treat,
and ham and eggs,
are also really neat.
The paper there for me to read,
my glasses there to see,
as I munch and feed,
the slippers on my feet,
I've no other need.
A glass of juice beside me,
don't make a fuss at all,
leave me alone and let me be,
it's all I ask, it's nothing, you see.
Do you what it is that I hate most?
It's too much cream in the coffee,
and an over gracious host,
eggs that are runny,
ham that is cold,
and the burnt toast.
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