An Ode to Breakfast

The title is self-explanatory.

An Ode to Breakfast

Chomp, Chomp. Munch, Munch.
I won't have room for my next lunch.
Jelly donuts, also cream.
Soon I'll burst and need a seam.
Rich smells of the sausage entice me.
I take a bite, oh so spicy.
Sitting too long, cereal and milk,
meld together, smooth as silk.
Last I take some nice ice cream,
inappropriate, but my fondest dream.