In this land,
of fruits and nuts
I'd just like
to kick some butts.
"Family Breakfast",
the menu said.
I guess I should
have stayed in bed.
For two days
running, I've been had.
I've come to breakfast,
a hungry lad,
only to be met,
by pansy fare,
unsuitable, for
this hungry bear.
Oh, there was
cereal, and fruits galore,
but honestly,
I must have more!
Where's the eggs?
Where's the meat?
How 'bout waffles?
They're real neat.
How about pancakes?
A slice of ham?
What kind of guy
do you think I am?
I come away, my
stomach aching,
wishing for some
strips of bacon.
How about a steak?
Or a sausage patty?
It doesn't help
to call me "Fatty"!
A Real "Farm Breakfast"
, is what I say,
that this guy
needs, to start his day.
Am I alone, in
seeking meat?
Or are there others,
who like this treat?
If I'm alone,
I'll shut my yap.
But I sure as
hell
won't eat THIS
crap!
By WAYNE ANTHONY
ROSS
