Ode To Breakfast (and a Caffeinated Haiku)
Did you know that today, March 25th, is International Waffle Day? Me neither. And if you feel compelled to celebrate waffles twice each year, National Waffle Day and the waffle iron patent are celebrated on August 24th.
So why am I telling you this? Because I’m obediently rising to the challenge of writing a poem about breakfast. And I stumbled upon all this waffle nonsense while doing some poetic procrastination.
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Ode to Breakfast
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Oatmeal breaks my fast
when I arise,
though it tastes like paste
in breakfast guise.
Why not something else
I don’t despise?
Cuz I hate each choice
those chefs devise.
Waffles, eggs, French toast
grits — some may prize.
But hot oatmeal’s quick.
So enough with the “whys.”
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While I’m at it, here’s a haiku about my favorite morning (and afternoon and pretty much all day) beverage:
Coffee never tempts,
but denied cappuccino
then call me verklempt.
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UPDATE: October 29 is National Oatmeal Day.
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love the haiku! Can’t agree about compromising at breakfast!
If I don’t like it, I don’t eat it, quick or slow! If all else fails, I’ll eat a banana. Happy haiku!
Hey, bacon and eggs are quick, but I hate cleaning up the mess.
An International day for The Waffle?
We’re stooping to new lows, and it’s awful
Waffles aren’t too bad
It’s what’s on em that’s sad
Tis the sugar and whipped cream that should be unlawful.
Madeleine, enjoyable reads and I love the coffee haiku:)
Kudos … \(^o^)/
Both great. So, when it comes to breakfast, its substance over style, but in our writing, you achieve both. Proof? The haiku….just dang funny. vb
Verklempt just doesn’t feel good at any time…:) Nice waffling and caffeination.
I prefer oatmeal too. It keeps me active all day long…!
Here is mine:
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Love the haiku. Being from the coffee mecca (Seattle), I have grown into a coffee snob and become verklempt without the perfect cup. The poem about breakfast made me laugh. My hubby does the oatmeal thing too.
Thanks to all of you for your lovely words. And thanks Hansi for your verse!