Eating Breakfast With You Is Hell

I really must be blunt and say
That eating with you was hell today.

You moan like cereal is just
A twisted torture not a must.
The milk, it sloshes, spills and slurps
Accompanied by three-thousand burps.

Your hairy legs and bump bare chest
Seize my morning bliss in jest.
Instead of leaving and being rude
I watch you petrify you food.

Eating Kix has never been
Considered an unforgivable sin
But now I’ve seen and now and I know
How breakfast will be in the land below.





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