3 August 2012
On a kitchen table,
Far, far away...
There's a land, delicious.
Made of food, they say.
With a pancake sun,
And powdered sugar snow.
That falls down gently
On Breakfast Land below.
Strawberry stop signs,
Sausage link posts.
Cozy little houses,
Made of giant French toasts.
Scrambled egg mountains,
Valleys of potato cakes.
Downpours of syrup,
And orange juice lakes.
Sand made of corn flakes,
Ocean made of jam.
That's being controlled
By a giant waffle dam.
Rivers made of jelly,
Grape, and smooth as silk.
And at night, their dear moon,
Is a giant bowl of milk.
Rocks made of delectable,
Fantastic coffee crumble.
Is there any other food,
That makes your tummy grumble?
For Breakfast Land will satisfy
All of your morning meal desires.
And if some do not agree,
Then I shall justly call them liars.
For even if they say,
That it is all in my head...
Imagine Breakfast Land
Being served to you in bed...
;]
Breakfast Land • Opuss № I