Sunday, September 3, 2017

Short Order

A baker’s dozen dozen
Before ten o’clock,
Over easy, over hard,
Scrambled, poached,
Sunnyside, omelets,
Ten in the dock,
Four in pans—life
Has no time to intrude
On high-volume
Breakfast at Joe’s;
Three meals at once,
Paint the pan with butter,
Crack ‘em, flip ‘em,
Slide ‘em on the plate
With homefries dusted
By paprika and toast
Popping up, going down,
Four at a time.
On the mat
Two land yoke up,
Slide between the slats,
The boss leans over: pay
Attention, he says,
Try to be the best cook
Breakfast ever saw.

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