Bacon, toast, biscuits and sausage.
They don’t thrill me like you do.
Soggy surface jiggles on my fork’s tip.
You may moan and groan about the shriveled yolk
But I attack my prey of yellow sponge with my drooling mouth.
Brunch never been so fine.
Squishy, squashy, moosh and whoosh
My buds taste your lukewarm spirit.
The scent of sulfur eagers my ears and beckons my toes
Brunch never been so fine.
The puddle you leave behind my plate
That soggies my skillets and ruptures my bowels.
You are the treat of the week.
Brunch never been so fine.
Pondering down the line of red pots:
I’ll have some bacon, toast, biscuits, sausage and…
I want me some scrambled eggs.
Brunch never been so fine.
BY ARI HILLER