On a Saturday morning, I wake at nine,
My stomach growls and I'm ready to dine,
I smell the breakfast in the air,
The smell is pleasent, but first, a prayer,
I close my eyes and bow my head,
I say, "AMEN!," and fix my bed,
I follow the scent of bacon and eggs,
But my nose went farther than my tired legs,
I trip over my feet and almost fell,
But my nose continued to follow the smell.
I look up to see the warm breakfast ahead,
I see the eggs, bacon, and a piece of bread,
I rush to the table and grab my fork,
And as I eat, I think 'I hope this isn't pork,'
As I look at the calendar, I see a warning,
It says 'April Fools! It's Monday morning!'