Breakfast, the final frontier... of steer
The deliciousness is overwhelming
Succulence, superb, sensational
Each bite tastes like heaven
My own little haven, my craving
Who needs bread when the meat
Is cooked to perfection, a reflection
Of its former self makes my mouth water
I'll take my time eating this, thank you
This could be my last ideal meal
I keep on forgetting to eat Breakfast and I had some today. It was so good. Sure, it wasn't meat, but it was still good. I also think about William Shatner reading this poem. I'm not sure why...
I hope you enjoy!