Jumping, frying hot hot hot

Canadian Bacon past the sizzle
Jumpin round my pa
Going to scorch my tongue
Before it is all done.

Coffee hot and burning up my cup. Soaking in darken stained rings
Gotta drink that up. Kids screaming running
Bursting from their pods. Searching for pancakes
Buttered up
Still steaming.
In and out.

Breakfast time my house so alive.
Dancing to a jam

Morning hour
Those jumping hopping kids
They gotta be contagious.

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