Better Than The Inaugural Poem

This morning's exercise in free verse around the breakfast table (with successive family members adding phrases by turn).

like the melting sun
the pancake moon
sinks into a glistening sea of syrup
bacon curling like a river bend
who put the steak sauce out with the syrup?
Down, Doggie! Down!

(I'm pretty sure all of our breakfast poems are going to end like that from now on.)