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Whatever Happened To Breakfast

Whatever happened to breakfast, lamented French Toast People love me, gushing with syrup, I used to boast But now my brand is flat as a pancake ~ as popular as a post-Halloween ghost A dozen eggs beat back tears as they sat in a box while patrons flocked toward the cream cheese and lox Once a staple of a sound start to the day ~ now bagels and doughnuts hold sway There there's whole milk and butter lovingly culled from Betsy's best utter Given way to that nebbish 'skim milk' and oily margarine ~ at their pale appearance I just shudder But at least I pack my children a solid lunch ~ Peanut butter sandwich, corn chips, and twinkies to munch

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/7/2022 11:11:00 PM

This went straight to my FAVE list without passing GO or collecting the $200.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/8/2022 6:24:00 AM

Well, thank you, Ma'am. And I'm writing you a check for the bypassed $200 right this second. Hear me writing?! ~ Internet Bank and Postal Service

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 11/1/2022 8:18:00 AM

LOL. Where did all the eggs go? And the milk and butter from the "best utter"? Great write gw. laf

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/1/2022 8:25:00 PM

Same question about flowers as about eggs: Where have all the flowers gone, Linda?! LOL. Contemplating my navel, Gershon

Terry Flood

Date: 11/1/2022 8:01:00 AM

What? No Hershey bar… call that lunch? I get your drift though… good old fashioned three slices of toast for me, no eggs or bacon… gotta watch me figure…. (Well, no one else does). A fun write which should see me through till tea time. ;-)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/1/2022 8:25:00 PM

Yup. No Hershey Bar -- just a little silver kiss.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/31/2022 12:44:00 PM

" lovingly culled from Betsy's best utter" oh, yes, of course! This lunch sounds like my favorite lunch.

John Lawless

Date: 10/31/2022 5:58:00 AM

They let the eggs out of the cage, turned the omelet into "quiche", took the "oink" out of the bacon, and sent the "home fries" to the home.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/1/2022 8:26:00 PM

Whoa. Taking the oink out of the bacon is going one step too far even for a nut-case like me!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/30/2022 8:49:00 PM

Excellent limericks making a fine point, gw. I particularly loved "Betsy's best 'utter.'" Cute. Breakfast for me is a BOOST and a cup of coffee; then I'm ready to face the world...well perhaps my street!

I Am Anaya

Date: 10/30/2022 7:58:00 PM

I'm going to break my fast and have some refried bacon! ~impossible