Saturday morning breakfasts...

WHY
I
FRY

The bacon, greasy,
Slippery slides,
Into the pan,
My spatula guides.

Then a pop,
A snap, a crackle
Can wake up sons
From sleepy shackle.

The scent of frying
Bacon in pan,
Can lure from dreams
Almost any man.

For I’ve six sons,
Lots of work to do,
But they won’t budge
If I fry tofu.

No soybean-sissies,
Caught dead eating quiche,
This mama don’t raise
No sensitives…sheesh!

I’m raisin’ men
For women who’s achin’.
So girls if ya want one…
Start fryin’ the bacon!!