Broken Omelet

Waking up, craving a bite
Something easy something quick, no fight
Two eggs cracked into a pan
I think to myself "Wow I'm the man"
"Non-Stick Spray"
That's what they all say
Stuck to the pan like glue

It looked so ugly I then grew blue
Eggs and cheese all around
My breakfast was no longer safe and sound
But it tasted so good and I realized
This cheesy goodness is my possession, prized

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