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I step out of the shower, take my vitamins and cry,
Because the eggs on the stove, again, will just not fry.
My soaking wet body, dripping water everywhere but the towel,
Emits heat waves as I hear my stomach growl.
“No eggs! No eggs!” I shout, “Surely something’s gone awry!
But how to ameliorate the breakfast predicament, what method should I try?”
Then my mom enters the kitchen with a peculiar but bitter scowl.
“Oh my!” she says sniffing incessantly, “What has gone afoul?”
Since I know I could never be bold enough in front of her to defy,
Instead I decide quickly to reply,
“Mom, would you cease taking such pleasure that is so awkwardly wry?
For once, I implore you, please be my ally!
Would you be so kind as to lend me some money for McDonald’s to buy?
Surely only that can stop the tears that I cry.”
Then she reluctantly opens her purse with a sigh,
And my spirits, at last rejuvenated, fly sky high.
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Posted by digital_master on 2008-01-03 10:18:29 | Rating: | Views: 60
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