Breakfast time was usually at eight every day ....
The sausage and the bacon were already sizzling away...
The tomatoes were grilled, the coffee pot filled,
Even the orange juice in the jug was ready, chilled...
But Jake Dean was nowhere to be seen,
Perhaps he was still in the bathroom, getting clean...?
"Come downstairs !, we are all waiting !", they cried
"Everything's on the plates, ready fried !"
The athletic baked bean jumped out of bed,
Landed on his head instead...
There were stars before his eyes,
That he was late was no surprise !
It ook a minute for him to come round,
But he soon bounced back up off the ground...
Luckily though he was a little confused,
Only his belly button had got a bit bruised...
The athletic baked bean sprang into action, quickly,
Leapt one by one down the stairs tomato - ey - slickly
Just in time !" Replied the wobbly egg,
As Jake Dean abseiled up the table leg
"Thank Heavens I made it !", Jake Dean spluttered,
Leaving a trail in the toast, hot and buttered !
"I really hate to miss a party !", remarked Jake Dean, joining the breakfast, hearty...
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