Your toes are like toast
Except one letter less
And covered in jam
They might be the best

Your peppermint lies
Fly off of my shoulders
Your hazelnut eyes
Starting to smolder

Your strawberry lips
Are the finest in town
But don't tell the neighbors
Don't need them around
Cuz honey in the sprocket
Makes the world go round and round!
Like a chocolate-dipped peanut
In a messy....mossy....mound.

(breakfast in bed)