WIn the kitchen, there’s a quirky ritual,
I sing to my toast, it’s quite habitual.
I pour the jam with a flourish and spin,
Pretending I’m a chef with a grand, silly grin.
My dog joins in with a barking dance,
As I juggle my eggs, you won’t get a chance!
I drop one on the floor, and oh, what a sight,
Eggs splatter and roll, it’s a breakfast delight!
With cereal flying and milk in my hair,
My morning routine is beyond compare.
If you ever peek in, don’t judge my thrill,
It’s just my funny breakfast ritual!
M.A.D. Works 