Home Cooking

This story is about breakfast at a place that’s just hard to beat
They always serve my favorites and know what I like to eat
The chef that fixes it for me now I like the way she cooks
And the one that serves it to me well I'm liking the way she looks

But today as I walked just past the kitchen the cook was nowhere to be seen
And to talk about the looks of the waiter would be nothing far less than quite mean
So as I bellied on up to the counter just like in the days that are past
I thought I may have to go someplace different this day here may be my last

The cook I’m used to seeing she must have called in sick
Because the oatmeal placed before me to eat it would be a trick
And the eggs I like em much softer so today I’m sending them back
They were not what I call eatable being hard and mostly black

The juice that was mixed up for me just got dumped into the sink
I guess I’ll have to go thirsty theirs nothing else here that I'll drink
The toast had to dang much butter so onto the floor it slid
So there was no need for the jam I just put back on it the lid

My cook will be back here tomorrow and the waitress one in the same
So breakfast will be back to normal, for today’s I’ll take all the blame
So as I pondered my thoughts about breakfast as I put the dishes back up on the shelf
The thing I most strongly object too was I had to get breakfast myself

Marty Mickelson 2009