Breakfast Poem by George Hunter

It was in the merry month of May
I leaped out of bed to greet the day.
I thought to myself, it would be really neat
If only I could find something different to eat.
Tired of eating bacon and eggs and hotcakes
Wheaties, raisin bran and cornflakes.
Decided to make me an omelet, Western style
As I haven’t eaten one of those in quite a while.
Grabbed the ingredients outta the chest
And proceeded to do what I do best.
Stirred it all up, put it in the skillet
It will taste just great if the good Lord will will it.
Fried it one side then flipped in the air
Turned over once, my skill was still there.
Cooked a little more then added some cheese
Making this omelet sure was a breeze.
When it was done, on to the plate
It smelled so good I hardly could wait.
Tasted so fine, it made me sing,
A very nice breakfast, fit for a king!