breakfast: a poem birdiefudge Poetry, Uncategorized January 3, 2021February 6, 2021 1 Minute I can eat you for breakfast and still be grossed out to find you in my toilet Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by birdiefudge My name is Birdie, and I eat no for breakfast. View all posts by birdiefudge Published January 3, 2021February 6, 2021
Fudge It! 