breakfast

[Jerrybaldy]

The egg has a phlegm
encircling its golden globe,
the bacon has a rind
challenging all comers.
The sausage is pink
on either side
and the plate has signs
of yesterdays diner.
How would that hen feel
to have its unborn young
so shamefully displayed
just partly fried?
That pig would rather
swim in its own crap
than have its guts
disappoint my plate.
It would wish its back
stripped of rind
and tastefully
presented and plated.
My golden hashbrown
is near perfect
but not a soul heard that
tubor scream as he was
plucked out of the ground.
Please pass the massacred
tomato ketchup.
The salt didnt feel a thing.

[Delta40]

Oh God Jerry - As I slurp microwaved porridge, may your bacon squeal as you tear off the rind and your eggwhite scramble round and round like a headless chicken. I hope the sausages grunt with every bite!

don't forget the doughy bread and hard butter.....

in other words - vivid piece

[Maryd.]

Great.... And I settled for lightly buttered toast... Darn this diet...
Ugh! Jer, pass me some bacon please....:hand:

[hillwalker]

Great imagery, Jerry. Good job I'm a Weetabix man.

This reminded me of Roy Harper's song dedicated to greasy diners - 'Watford Gap'. The owners complained so much he had to remove it from subsequent pressings of his album.

I'll let you figure out what word he employed to rhyme with 'Gap'.

H

[Haunted]

I still love my bacon and eggs Jerry, despite that this poem is so rich in imageries and saturated fat, not to mention all the guilt in consuming just about anything, from the unborn to the never born veggies. You also have an equally rich imagination to produce a poem mixed with silliness and social conscience both at the same time.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Jerry, my friend, what a wonderful jeux d'esprit!

(but "dinner" not "diner" in l 8.)

[Buh4Bee]

Forget the diet! Let's eat.

Fun.

[Scheherazade]

An ode to hangover Sunday breakfasts!

Enjoyed reading this... And it relieved me of any desire to have cooked breakfast ever again.

yesterdays diner - yesterday's dinner?

didnt feel - didn't feel


The ending of the poem (last two lines) do not match up with the rest of the poem, I think, though.