I hear the sizzle coming from the stove;

Cooking up my morning treasure trove.

Maple, smokey, and oh so tender;

Nice long strips of meat so slender.

Next the scent of eggs hits the air;

And something else being mixed in there.

I hear the food hit the plate;

It smells so good I can barely wait.

The aroma fills the air as she comes through the door;

Food in hand with clothes on the floor.

Now this is how to have breakfast in bed;

Eggs and bacon served by a red head.