Mummy Slept an Late and Daddy Fixed Breakfast

Daddy fixed breakfast.

He made us each a waffle.

It looked like gravel pudding.

It tasted something awful.

 

“Ha, ha” he said,”I`ll try again.

This time I`ll get it right.”

But what I got was in between

Bituminous and anthracite.

 

“A little to well done? Oh well,

I`ll have to start all over.”

That time what landed on my plate

Looked like a man-hole cover.

 

I tried to cut it with a fork:

The fork gave off a spark.

I tried it with a knife and twisted it

Into a question mark.

 

I tried it with a hack-saw.

I tried it with a torch.

I didn`t even make a dent.

It didn`t even scorch.

 

The next time Dad gets breakfast

When Mummy`s sleeping late,

I think I`ll skip the waffles.

I`d sooner eat my plate!

-John Ciardi

 

HAPPY FATHERS DAY DAD!!!!!