Breakfast in bed
and She said,
something but I wasn't listening
I was putting the bacon in the
'George Foreman'
guaranteed to give it more of
a punch,
tomatoes in the pan
eggs in the poacher
not forgetting
two slices in the toaster,

She said,
is it nearly done?

I was chasing the eggs which
had started to run
the bacon had shrunk
the toast was black,
I'll be back
says I
closing the door and ready to fly
to the nearest go-to
for a take-away.