The Breakfastician

Most of my favorite foods have something to do with Breakfast. I don’t know why, but they do. Thus we have…

 

The Breakfastician

 

The Breakfastician of Buckingham Square,

Stood proudly at the stove,

Knife at the ready,

Gaze holding steady,

Then, into his cooking he dove.

 

The opulent omelets he flipped in a flash,

The crepes were beautifully browned,

The oranges were juiced,

A vitamin boost,

For all the folks around.

 

The syrupy smell swelled high in the air,

Waffles were whisked off the griddles,

Pancakes flew high,

In the blueberry sky,

And donuts and bagels lost middles.

 

Quite soon a crowd was reeled right in,

To the humble stall in the square.

The breeze of bacon,

Left all thoughts forsaken,

And everyone craved for their share.

 

The Breakfastician of Buckingham Square,

Grinned as he cinnamon rolled,

Because any day,

That begins the right way,

Is bound to be brighter than gold.

 

 

-M.M.

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