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 naked red head.