A Sonnet about Brunch

(Because poets get hungry for fancy mid-morning meals)

Do not deny me my sweet Benedict-

On muffin toasted with a slice of ham.

Nor keep from me the fruit bowl freshly picked-

I must consume while still in the a.m.!

A bloody Mary at the table place

And fill the plate with creamy béchamel!

Let crumbs of croissant gently dust my face

Give me a sampling of the jams as well.

Slice the cantaloupe so thin and sweet

Bring me the juice, the cheese, and rich honey

I will take all the pastries and the meat

But portions at the peak of modesty

You never will from brunch avert my ways

For I will eat until the hollandaise!