Punny Breakfast
I don’t mean to waffle
I know eggs-actly what to say
I have not gone bananas
I am not a cereal killer
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I bacon you to hear my story
For it is certainly a juicy one
I met a beautiful grill
She was the toast of the town
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She was in a jam
She scrambled to get out
But went from frying pan to fire
And burnt her little muffin
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It started when she clicked some links
I donut think she realized
She could get fried
Those people were so gruel
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Just because she is Danish
She thinks she is a hot cake
Omelette her find her way
She is just a little ham
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