Breakfast In Bed

cold pizza in the morning 

whilst twinkle toes 

is still sleeping,

drowning it in hot sauce 

tastes pleasing, 

a hot coffee 

doesn’t compliment

the congealed cheese

and tongue burn

but I’ll keep chewing,                                  

it beats breadcrumbs 

on the bedsheets

or marmalade on the devout, 

breakfast in bed 

ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

especially when the toast 

topples 90 degrees 

off the tray 

jam face down 

on the carpet

or restless leg syndrome

makes you flip your cornflakes

over your crease free sheets

the greasy spoon

down the street ain’t cheap

but I’d eat there any day

of the week so I don’t

have to do the washing up