The Sad Lion

When I wake
My eyes wander
To the time
And I feel like food
Squishy soft at 2 p.m.
I feel like M
MMM bacon
Bake in grease
With cheese
My knees get squishy
For potato pancakes
From free rainbow teeth
In 2 minutes or less
I dress and slide
Down a banister ride
A golden letter with maple
Staple of laziness
It's 2:10 and then
Breakfast isn't served
So it's six million smiles
Minus one