Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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 November 7, 2022 at 11:11 PM This went straight to my FAVE list without passing GO or collecting the $200. Gershon Wolf November 8, 2022 at 6:24 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 November 1, 2022 at 8:18 AM LOL. Where did all the eggs go? And the milk and butter from the "best utter"? Great write gw. laf Gershon Wolf November 1, 2022 at 8:25 PM Same question about flowers as about eggs: Where have all the flowers gone, Linda?! LOL. Contemplating my navel, Gershon

Terry Flood November 1, 2022 at 8:01 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 November 1, 2022 at 8:25 PM Yup. No Hershey Bar -- just a little silver kiss.

Caren Krutsinger October 31, 2022 at 12:44 PM " lovingly culled from Betsy's best utter" oh, yes, of course! This lunch sounds like my favorite lunch.

John Lawless October 31, 2022 at 5:58 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 November 1, 2022 at 8:26 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 October 30, 2022 at 8:49 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 October 30, 2022 at 7:58 PM I'm going to break my fast and have some refried bacon! ~impossible