At six in the early morn,

Our thoughts do us warn,

Time soon to awaken,

Unfortunately for me I am told by the bacon,

From my stomach it has from me forsaken…

Down the drain did the bacon go,

Sick again from rebellious baking dough,

So rarely do I ever more up throw,

In my sink this morning did I of my food bestow…

Tis’ not a nice subject,

Not one that Thoreau or Shakespeare,

Would waste time with,

As long as I get it out,

I cannot to the self summarily it reject…

© ed ~ 8/27/06