Some call it breakfast
Some call it lunch
I call it food
That I love so much
For I shall never ever see
What the purpose of brunch
Was meant to be
For breakfast occurs when I open my eyes
I head to the kitchen
No matter the time
And I whip up some hash browns and maybe some eggs
And three hours later
I will do the same
But instead of the menu I had before
I will adjust it
Or add some more
And this my friend I will call lunch
For I believe in breakfast and lunch
Combining those meals
Won’t be a treat
Because what I love to do
Is eat, Eat, EAT
I have to have my three meals aside
For if they don’t happen…
I might die
Some call it breakfast
Some call it lunch
I call it food that I love so much
For I can’t combine the two meals you see
And that is why brunch is not for me
