Breakfast

A Tritina poem about breakfast time.

My mom fried up some bacon.
Then she made homemade pancakes.
After all that, she scrambled some eggs.
I scooped up a helping of eggs.
I reached for a slice of bacon,
and grabbed a couple of pancakes.
I chewed up the pancakes
and devoured the eggs,
then all I had left was a slice of bacon.

The Tritina is a fun ten line poetry form. The last word of each verse is a refrain in this order: ABC CAB BCA