Poem: Pan Fry 'Em

This poem contains my arguments for waking up at a reasonable hour
and for eating relatively healthy. You could consider it an aphorism, but
you would do better to consider it a joke:

Pan Fry ‘Em

Dreaded Chefs of Breakfast foods
Cook a heartfelt disaster
For less than you’d expect.
And it goes down easy,
But it doesn’t all come out,
And if you wake up late
Too often,
The last little bits won’t ever leave,
And you’ll be up to your tits
In little bits of breakfast.
And you’ll never get hungry,
But you’ll never be full of anything
But little bits of
Eggs n’ Bacon,
And lunch
Will never come.