Bagel Battles and Bacon Blues

(hahaha) Sunday morning, sun is high

Smell of breakfast in the sky

But there is a cold breeze on the floor

Right behind the pantry door

I asked her for the skillet

But she just shook her head

She took the very last plain bagel

And here is what she said

Oh she is so mean with the bagels in the morning

And she will not cook the bacon,

she gives no warning

Locks the cream cheese in the vault

Leaves me with the table salt

Yes, she is so mean with the bagels in the morning

I offered to split the last sesame seed

She looked at me like it was global greed

She said the stove was way too hot to touch

But she wanted the bacon so very much

No bacon sizzling in the pan

That was not part of my breakfast plan

Just a toasted circle of despair

And my sister sitting in her chair

Oh she is so mean with the bagels in the morning

And she will not cook the bacon,

she gives no warning

Locks the cream cheese in the vault

Leaves me with the table salt

Yes, she is so mean with the bagels in the morning (so

mean)

Just pass the butter please...

Or maybe just a slice of bread... (sigh)