I like my bacon done
on one side. Sunny-side
eggs, and half-toast bread.
Potatoes I can't even specify.
They just do their best, wishin'
I was dead - since I only eat
half of what I'm served. Keep
the coffeepot coming, my mug
half full, and the tip that I leave
will be well-deserved, and about
twice as much as you thought I'd
pull.
But come on, here's
the very last diner in town
that will even seat me, during
breakfast time! And breakfast
is served all day, here now.
Do you think I'd mistreat this
sweet spot of mine? Yeah the staff
and the cooks all think I'm square.
Albeit a bit on the cuckoo side -
except for that one waitress, right
there.
Took a fancy to me! You believe it?
Sigh. Yeah I didn't myself, but
the dates went great! Until she found out
how I like my women done. It's okay,
we don't blame or hate. Compatibility
is a son of a gun
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