wellinghall: (Poem)
wellinghall ([personal profile] wellinghall) wrote2012-10-05 06:45 pm
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The Wanderer's Lament for a Cooked Breakfast

Where is the egg gone? Where is the bacon?
Where is the sausage that was sizzling?
Where are the beans and the fried potatoes?
Where is the slice of fried bread?
Alas for the greasy frying pan!
Alas for the cooker of sausages!
Alas for the well-laden breakfast table!
Now that time has passed away,
Dark under the cover of night
As if it had never been!

[identity profile] curiouswombat.livejournal.com 2012-10-05 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A truly heartfelt lament...

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2012-10-06 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :-)

[identity profile] steepholm.livejournal.com 2012-10-05 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Now do one about the leftovers of a Macdonald's supersize meal, clearly the work of giants...

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2012-10-06 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, now that would be a challenge ...

Maelsceawung?

[identity profile] wemyss.livejournal.com 2012-10-05 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I await - with an omelette - the Fines Herbes Charm.

Re: Maelsceawung?

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2012-10-06 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I shall see what I can do ...