Oh! The tell-tale song
of breakfast gone wrong.

Smoke in the air
...is something burning there?

Scratching...scraping!
Scraping...scratching?

Ah ha! Someone's burnt the toast!
Well, not quite but - almost.

Oh damn it...oh fluff it!
Put it in the bucket!

Let's...eh...go back to bed
&...mmm...eat each other instead.

Pisapia Gina

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