HEALTHY BREAKFAST

My cinnamon oatmeal was too hot, and it burned my pink lips,

I use to eat lots of bacon, but bacon made huge, my hips,

Each morning drink prune juice,

It keeps a body loose,

Always eat toast dry; butter clogs arteries, and makes heart flips.

DENISE AND BACON LIMERICKS

There was a girl named Denise,
Her favorite food was bacon grease,
As for the bacon,
She found it chewy and forsaken,
But, the tasty aspects of grease gave her peace.

Denise loved her bacon grease, it is true,
She liked to sniff it like model airplane glue,
With her sister's she'd wage war,
During breakfast and times more,
Denise loved bacon grease, rancid or new.

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BREAKFAST OF THE BLUEBERRY LOSER

My fresh blueberries, they all ran away,

I had saved them for my cereal day,

My cereal tastes like straw,

And someone's chewed chaw,

And it's gritty, and chews just like hard clay.

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MORNING OFFICE TREATS

Apple Fritters Monday is how the usual morning, work week starts,

Apple fritters are sweet and greasy, full of sour, fruity tart, tarts,

Fritters are an office win,

But seen as a fat, flab sin,

I like Peanut Brittle Tuesdays, but the brittle yields many farts.

YOU MUST GO TO BELGIUM, FOR BELGIUM WAFFLES AND EGGS, RIGHT?

My roommates sent me to Belgium to buy waffles and eggs,

I could not find either one, although I walked off my legs,

I flew straight back to New York,

My roommates called me a dork,

I had to stay with my dumb sister, we all call her Pegs.

SOCIAL MEDIA, BEEF, KIDS AND MAGGOTS

I opened my refrigerator, and maggots were eating my beef roast,

J wondered how the maggots tasted, so I ate some on my buttered toast,

They were more crunchy than I thought,

They had flavors, I often sought,

I fried some maggots to feed the kids, their reactions I will upload, post.

I'M A HUNGRY HOMINID

I am a little hominid, and I need something to eat,

I burn a lot of calories, standing on my hind, two feet,

I love bacon and eggs,

Maybe, fried chicken legs,

I would also like a big, thick stake, carved from a cows backseat.

BIRD FLU

I eat mostly the legs off chicken,

I eat down to the bones, where I find slim pickin,

I drink applesauce,

Till I'm sick and toss,

Bird and fruit cause my belly to sicken.

GRANDMA WANTED THE BOTTLE, NOT TWO FINGERS

Grandma was upset to see an apple worm in her apple juice,

I two fingered out the worm so grandma would drink, that I deduce,

I was out of luck this day,

My dirty fingers, that's all I'll say,

Grandma switched to apple brandy, and became a silly, giddy, goose.

CRACKING PORCELAIN

It was cold in the morning, so Ben boiled some rice,

To give it good flavor, Ben buttered it twice,

To give his bowels some torque,

Ben added cans of beans and pork,

Ben spent the day exploding on his toilet device.

FULL DIAPERS COOKED IN A CAR, AND BREAKFAST

My pancakes smell like fungi feet,

So no one would give them an eat,

My eggs, no one would chance,

Because of a smell circumstance,

Like diapers, cooked on a carseat.

BAD DAY WITH SALTY YOLK

I had me some eggs with runny yolk,

Washed them down with Diet Coke,

Ate 2 lbs of salt, had a stroke,

My driver's license got a revoke,

Ran a light, and garbage pail I broke.

TOAST TOPPINGS

I put some bacon on my toast,
With a banana and hunk of roast,
And a chunk of cheese,
Then ice cream to please,
Topped with cherries, which I love the most.

BREAKFAST POST ROAST URINE

I went to do an internet post,

While in thought I burned my toast,

It was my last slice of bread,

That was not stale, moldy dead,

My coffee tastes like a urinal roast.

BOREDOM IS TWO BOWLS OF OATMEAL

So I could find my day through,

I ate an oatmeal bowl times two,

I've a long list of to do,

Starting with a dog walk and poo, 

Then, I'll be milking old Sue, 

The cow that don't moo.

Then, a night cap at Pub Lou,

Each day ends, nothing new,

Yes, lifelong nightmares do come true,

The Bacon Grease Murder

I fried my pancakes the best I canned,

In bacon grease I watched them expand,

I feed my guy lots of grease,

Though, it clogs his ticker piece,

But, life insurance I understand.

MY GRITTY EGGS

My scrambled eggs ain't pretty,

They are mostly grits and gritty,

When you barf, you'll have my pity,

Then, you'll complain on Face and Twitty,

As to my cooking, you'll be quitty.

I TRIPPED MY ROBOT NAMED SAM

My new robot's name is Sam,
He made me a breakfast with raw eggs and fried ham,
But, the silverware wasn't clean,
And, I became rather mean,
When, I tripped Sam and he fell over, bam!