Will we have blatent, tally-ho poetry, or, "I'm In A Jam Of Toast?"?

-Would you feed a blustery hawk bird seed,

or dollar mutton slices?

He was the one who bagged the bounder,

not you, not you, so Good Day!



It's terrible not to have fried fish

when 'crunchy' is all you prefer.

The wriggly things! Pesk, and a bother!

With sizzling oil we'll remedy that!



Procrastinations! Zounds and be gone!

You made me fix dinner

when it's breakfast time!

(ignore the mutton. It can go either way.)



Coffee and toast, instead!

Mint and mutton's okay.

Rasher of bacon (means a pound of bacon)

Slices of ripe orange!



Good Morning! to all the guests!makes me hungry and what a poem!After reading this may i impose on you?This guest wants to stay for a candlelight dinner.

All this delicious food on the menu made me drool.Good morning to you too.Nice.

Thanks
Mornin Elys, I don't eat meat but the poem was pretty yummy, plus I learned a new word, "Rasher"
Oh, what a lavihous brunch, count me in.