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!