| BREAKFAST FOR SALE...CHEEP! Waking bedheaded too late hearing the disgruntled ranting below first floor kitchen squabbles already in mid throe I jumped up as quickly as my creaking would allow mumbling as I stumbled bleary downstairs smelling the nose wrinkling scent of burning something a bit overdone I thought opened the door and was hit full force three kids screaming and yelling and of course half the neighborhood here as well just waiting ...for what I wondered... then I saw the signs scattered on the floor beside crayons and markers and a few dollars Breakfast for sale in here! Cheep eggs and pancakes Come and get it Oh dear...at once I knew the scam my kids stopped their screaming and began with the pleading We need help! I opened my mouth to say Everyone Out! but saw the floury painted face of my youngest streak with a tiny tear...and didn't instead I pasted a smile on my face picked up a spatula How do you like your eggs? I asked instead by Sheryl McCurdy |
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