Breakfast at Kathryn's
In light green robe she'd call out to
How about some toast and two eggs too
To one she loves that on her grew
Cuisine all mine I've drawn unto
In a flash she'd whip nutrition
Deliciously breakfast tradition
The way I want to start my days
Now and forever as life our plays
No creme brulee or French toast here
Just her in kitchen, her I hold dear
For even if no food was served
I'd have my share of her reserved
Mornings will bring sunshine each day
Nights romance upon heart played
For simple things we both enjoy
Her my girl and me her boy
Maybe you thought you'd read of gems
At Tiffany's where eyes do lend
Gazing at ice where thousands spend
A fortune small on it depend
For me my treasure is served on plate
By gentle hands upon this date
Where two eggs now before me lay
With toast buttered and love displayed
Breakfast At Kathryn's
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