here's to the waffles unique

Here's to the piping porridge, 

Here's to the biscuits hot, 

Here's to the java 

Flowing like lava 

Out of the coffee pot. 

Here's to the eggs and bacon, 

Here's to the waffles unique, 

And here's and here's 

Three rousing cheers 

For the best meal of the week! 

 

For it's Sunday morning breakfast time, 

The time all men adore! 

Why don't the poets go into rhyme 

And rave about it more? 

For only then can a man forget 

The sweat and the worries of his bane- 

Ful lot as he calmly enjoys his toast 

And most of Arthur Brisbane. 

Breakfast time on other days 

Means bolting at fever heat, 

But on Sunday morning, there's the time 

When a man has time to eat — and eat, 

When a man has time to ...

[Cakewalk] 

... Breakfast is served. 

 

[Cole Porter {1891-1964}, 'Sunday Morning Breakfast Time', from Eat, Drink, and be Merry: Poems about food and drink in Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets]