Dear sweet Brunch,
Better than all the other meals,
There’s just something about you,
It hits me with all the feels
You come to us midmorning
Or sometimes even later
A timespan, like your food,
Satisfies even the greatest hater
Your birthplace rumored
To have happened in Great Britain
But NOLA tells a different story
It’s deep rooted and not just written
You’re so loved, nations want to claim you
So, worry not about your birth
Instead let’s count the ways
To tally up your worth
You’re a party dress and confetti
Laughter, joy, and glee
You’re avocado toast creations
And tables for ten, two, or three
A reason for champagne in the morning
And something for the table
Pancakes, omelets, and fancy burgers
Are you for real or only a fable?
You do have one teeny flaw
Something I didn’t want to mention
Happening only on two days a week
Creates, for me, a little tension
Why can’t you be like a hobbit’s meal
Happening the same way every day?
Second breakfast and elevenses
I like the Tolkien way
Even still I’ll never get over you
You’ll be my friend forever
Because you’re there through every season
A light in stormy weather
This might all sound a little sappy
Perhaps a bit cliché
I don’t usually write poems
But Brunch, girl, you really make my day
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