American “continental” Breakfast


You could call it "cheap." Now, that's okay by me.
Just don't call it "Continental." Don't call it "Breakfast."
No-one from Barents to Biscay breakfasts thus;
No-one from Lisbon to Odessa eats like us.
Meetings mainly manifest mush mundanities;
Hard enought to keep sagging eyelids parted
Among the Poppy-seeds of Powerpoint and Platitude.
Without a caffeine/cake sugar crash; how rude!
I've been to Brussels and to gay Paris;
I've been to Amsterdam and Zurich too;
Flown to Vienna; seen Den Hague;
Milano, Ivrea, Helsinki and Copenhag'
Variations on a theme - there are many.
On one thing they unanimously agree:
A breakfast is not a breakfast worthy of you
Unless there is food included on the menu too.
Beans and greens and grains and eggs;
Fruit and cheese and bread and tea;
Meat and tomatoes as well as jams and jellies ---
These fill morning European bellies.
So, please agenda setters, meeting planners,
Hear my call to call a spade a spade, and call
Those pathetic servings of coffee and sweets
Just what they truly are: "Cheap Eats."

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