I asked for some breakfast it want too hard

I looked round the café and thought

Still though I sat there and wondered

What the worst could be brought


Only some breakfast it's not that hard

My mind on sausage and bacon and such

But then I realised I'd blundered

When I saw what the waitress had brought


I looked round quite startled this can't be right

I mean I wanted breakfast but this was a fright

Museli and toast would have been nice

But this is insane I mean…


Look at the plate it's normal I know

And pancakes are pancakes that’s as far as it goes

But parrots…. No wonder it was empty here

I mean it was odd… but this is just queer

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