Bacon Vortex
I woke to find the world undone
And my breakfast still not ready
My dying words still un-begun
I complained they had not fed me
The aubergine or sausage dim
The orange juice and toffee
The milk which none thought fit to skim
The dry gin, cornflakes and coffee
Such a meal might grace a king
But I've still not eaten a thing!
Contributors: | ripz, Hamish, Roland, fester, Apsley, TG. |
Poem finished: | 12th April 2000. |