to my eggy bread

We went for a late breakfast today at The Breakfast Club. The table we sat at had drawers underneath. being inquisitive we had to have a look inside. Much to our disappointment we found nothing but a few manky old tissues. We then realised that there must be plenty more inquisitive (nosey) people like ourselves that would open these drawers after us, so we thought we'd write a mysterius breakfast themed love letter.

I wonder who will discover it and if they will write a poem back?