I’ve decided to write a poem in honor of that beloved first meal of the day, breakfast.
Oh gooey egg, so warm and jiggly
Run over my heart with your yolk
Oh crunchy toast, so buttery and dry
Fill my veins with your crumbs of love
Oh crispy bacon, so greasy and good
Nourish my soul with your liquid lard
Oh cheesy danish, so soft and filling
Elevate my mind with your cloud-like dough
Oh tart OJ, with your cool refreshment
Charge my feet with your Floridan airs
Oh great breakfast, so true and brave
You come to me at morning and exit me at noon.