When in the U.S.A., and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,' are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say, “To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish, and take it out, or leave it in.”
Altho' I tend not to be hungry, I've been supine all night,
yet I'll savour the flavour of her fine earthly delight(s).
Get stuck in and tuck in, with gusto, for a fry-up,
as 'shrooms, eggs, rashers and toms will all soon dry up.
But bring on the best of British,
black pudding, bangers and beans,
as bubble and squeak speaks to me,
if you know what I mean(s).
We ate bacon for breakfast
and knew it would be a good day
For with a tummy full of bacon
somehow life just feels okay.
Smell of meat candy makes your mouth water
as frying bacon's scent permeates the house
Sleepy heads awaken hungry to chow
eager children for bacon ready to joust.
The mood of family as happy as can be
for bacon a favorite devour with glee
No need for conversation eat it while you can
never in this house is there leftover bacon.
Breakfast finished and off to do what needs done
starting the day with bacon flavors life with fun
But what about dinner will it seem bland
Mom making BLTs nothing good as more bacon.
HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE!
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the morning sun rises high and bright
pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!
the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.
I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.
the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl
flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl.
so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
I'll take a slice, come what may.
so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.
A stemless blueberry
Eyes the slope of the bowl
Dodges the hurried spoon
A tidal flow of milk
Frustrates his attempts
Catching a wave
He rides its curl
Rolls onto the tabletop
Milky fingers clutch at it
A stalking spoon
Flips it into the air
A moment of freedom
The warmth of a dog’s tongue
chili for breakfast
more chili for lunch
I am a patterned eater
CUPCAKE LOVE
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Cupcakes for breakfast, a sweet delight
A morning treat that makes my day alright.
The first bite melts, so velvety smooth
My sweet tooth it doth quickly soothe.
The cake's moist, a tender crumbly treat
A symphony of flavors, a delicious culinary feat.
The frosting’s creamy, a gentle kiss
The sprinkles twinkle, ahhh--heavenly bliss.
The world slowly awakens, thanks to this sweet surprise
As cupcake love opens my sleepy eyes.
COFFEE AND CROISSANTS
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Coffee's rich scent, a drink at morning’s first light,
its aroma wafting through the air, a sweet delight.
The delicious croissant, flaky, buttery, and fine,
a pastry perfect in its semi-circular design.
Together they unite, such a splendid pair,
coffee's boldness and the croissant's international flair.
So, here's to coffee and the croissant's charm,
a morning ritual best consumed when both are warm.
DONUTS AND MILK
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I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
Donuts and milk, a perfect pair
my favorite breakfast, beyond compare.
The milk, a chalice, pure and white
a perfect complement to the donut's sugary delight.
Glazed, iced, cake, or filled with jelly
each bite a journey that goes straight to my belly.
Donuts and milk become one with me
a perfect harmony, a deliciously sweet symphony.
wear pajamas to breakfast if you can
this was said by my cute guy garbage man
he is a witty guy, this man named Stan
He said it to my dementia-teetering grandma Nan
She showed up in the cafeteria in her pajamas too
They have cartoon ponies on them in pink and blue
No one noticed, for the rest of them were casual at this meal.
No one hustled her back to her room, it was no big deal.
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S*
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While nibbling on French croissant so fine,
Audrey sipped coffee, feeling divine.
She struck a pose, twitched her chin,
The staff oohed, awed, gave a grin,
At bunny who dined with glamor and shine!
“Oh, daaaarlings,” she said with a flair,
“I’ll nibble on pink pearls, I swear!”
“I’m Holly Golightly,”
She said most contritely.
This dazzling bunny made Tiffany's rare!”
*"Breakfast at Tiffany's" is a 1961 romantic comedy film directed by Blake Edwards, starring Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly, a quirky socialite in New York City. The film is based on Truman Capote's novella and explores themes of love and identity. (Source: Wikipedia)
“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.”
Bacon in cast iron skillet,
sounds and smells, wafted through the tent.
“Coming”, the crackling bacon got me!
Would you like to have some coffee?
It's made out of the fresh beans of love,
And it's aroma is contagious as your breath,
Every sip sinks like the unsinkable Titanic.
But beware!
It might stain your unlovable pristine heart,
O sweetness, O goodness,
Don't drink coffee.
Would you like to have some french toast?
It's crispy, crusty and mellow amidst
Just like you, euphoric,
But O goodness, O heart,
It's melodramatic like me,
Don't eat french toast.
Would you like to have some tea?
It's ravishing and romantic made of roses,
O honey, O lovie, Alas!
The effect might last,
Don't drink tea.
Perhaps I should fuel my soul
With your sunshine soulful smile,
It's embroidered in my memory,
Mesmerized I am,
Smile! Smile! Smile!
Breakfast Kisses
6/14/2025
Soft and delicious, each day, something to look
forward to.
Velvet cheeks that welcome me, as fresh as the
lightness of morning dew!
Your body parts, oh how they forever with your
human dew, please me.
Let me be your golden orange, and gently, gently,
do squeeze me!
cheese croissant and café au lait
at a cobblestone street bakery
on boulevard du Montparnasse
soaking in the sun and the vibes
of a parisian sunday morning
AP: 1st place 2025
I accidentally burned my breakfast toast.
I gave a thirty minute monologue
on this heinous crime.
To what’s left of the crust,
I stared, then cursed, then laughed
so hard the room shivered
and in the echoes—
Surprise!
I found the voice I choked
for being ‘inappropriate’—
—Time to toast.
I was startled by my cracked laughter,
as the cat groomed herself
indifferently witnessing
my twenties
spent trashing a toaster.
I announced, to the stinging smell of embers,
“We’re filing a complaint
to whoever put us
in this world where you can’t trust a toaster…”
But we all know,
in a week,
I'll likely trust it again.
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