As I woke for my next meal;
I could smell the waffles and the searing of the bacon;
I felt my stomach growling like a grizzly;
As my nose leads me to the kitchen I found a meal waiting;
This meal looked as a worthy opponent and I could taste the bacon from here;

I can feel the heat of the searing meat;
My saliva is flooding my mouth;
I grip the ice cold fork and pierce the meat;
The grease bursts from the succulent meat;
I smelled the hickory bursting from the meat;

I bite into the meat devouring it down to the bone;
I rest my eyes on the butter that has been absorbed by the hot cakes;
I then let my tongue force the food down my throat;
I knew this meal was over when I felt like my stomach would burst, but I had one more thing to do;
I finish this meal with the juice that glistens in the sun it makes me feel as the meal was over;
So I finish the meal with a gasp of air to confirm my satisfaction