Sunday, July 1, 2012

Mightabeen Breakfast, Mightabeen Dementia

Some meals are tests, though I will not confess it now
More questions are asked, an answer translates "to obey"
The trick to the Keurig is carefully explained,
though I will never own one
Frozen latkes burn fat black cake
while toast is maneuvered
turned from the coils too strong to the coils too weak
a focused service, like the punched cup, rendering the bread
more even than it might have been
Buttering takes place at the table
Mistakes in timing are a laugh, are avoided dismay
My cue to go, the last dish dried and put away

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