"WORST FIRST MEAL"
"Mornin', waitress, here I am,
Back for eggs and back for ham."
She remembers me, I feel:
"How, babe, would you like your meal?"
"Well, the eggs should be quite runny.
Specks of blood that spook me, honey.
Minuscule-ish bits of shell.
Just enough so I can tell.
Toast with blackened carbon crust.
'Void of butter; that's a must.
Ham half-raw and mostly fat.
(Seems that fat is where it's at.)
Coffee cup with lipstick streak.
Java tepid, bland and weak."
Waitress peeved; just hear her yell:
"You proved your point and did it well.
But I can't serve a meal that way!"
"Oh, yeah? You did so yesterday!"