There are more breakfast foods here than you can poke a stick at,
But then, who’s the authority on poking sticks?, I thought,
Licking that fattening spoonful of decadence, Indulgence at its finest, meals served in delicate china
And 200 different tables for me to choose to dine at,
There are street signs pointing the way inside
This hall of culinary portraiture,
A Japanese corner, Korean corner, noodles with your tea?
A splash of champagne with your juice? Don’t mind if I do!
Omelette chef lets me choose my fillings,
And enough loaves of bread to make a boulangerie jealous,
There is no more mellow a way to start one’s day
Than with such breakfast piggery.
A cereal bar like no other, as I scout the pastry corner
I uncover a wealth of Danish delicacies,
My health impaired just by seeing these sweet little
Cavity givers, these frivolous little butter puffs,
And even before tasting one, I had had enough.
A coffee menu as long as the last book I read,
Choose from skim milk, half cream, rice or almond milk,
No fewer than 10 options,
Stopping to rethink that last 2 breakfast decisions,
Led me down the path of temptation for all foods given,
My kingdom for a simple meal, I begged silently, mentally pleading,
I simply do not need another excuse to overfeed,
All I want is a bowl of oats and a chipped mug of instant coffee.
Uncomplicated, unfussy, that’s teh epitome of me,
When it comes to breakfast foods and morning eateries,
My moods depend on breaky and most every day I’m happy but on this fast breaking day I just walked away confused.
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