Pretense, perfect, in a pan:
Eggs got laid but not a man!
Butter goes in first to fill
the cast iron pores and (if you will) it makes it smooth
so nothing sticks.
Not lunatics before the dawn,
not guys with pink salt and a yawn
and pepper too.
Of course, it’s fresh-ground, wouldn’t you?
Pretense all around you see
and how I like it all to be
in early morning;
here’s your warning.
Wanted: eggs. Before the coffee.
Then, we set about the task of coming up with other words that rhyme with “coffee.”
Happy Sunday, everyone.
God, quick question: which came first . . .?