Not

Scrambled

Ray shine my I skillet words,

break be not but out come scrambled,

at results, salty best, words rambled

Tomorrow again try morning to speech,

tonight\'s fall is to goal asleep

Cloud sky quip tongue pan fry,

let\'s try over easy season sunny side,

still tastes funny the tongue is runny

Tomorrow let\'s refine and enunciate,

for now slumber awaits

The air is clear and the temperature is perfect to cook this address,

a royal eggs Benedict dictation,

the perfect poem with a side of bacon