An Ode to Breakfast


I’ve decided to write a poem in honor of that beloved first meal of the day, breakfast.

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.