Never was a breakfast guy
But lately I have found
That breakfast, oh yes breakfast
Is the greatest meal around!

In high school I needed extra time
To dissociate in the shower.
With all I had to process
I’d be in there half an hour!

When college came I slept in,
So I’d be nice and plucky.
Or, if I had some company,
I might be getting lucky.

But after that, I’m sad to say
I only skipped the table
Because I was hungover, see,
And simply was unable. 

But now that I am sober
Diagnosed and medicated,
Please now let me tell you 
Of the meal that I just ate-ed:

Three-quarter cups of egg whites,
Scrambled with a spray of Pam;
A single piece of whole wheat toast
With “no sugar added” jam;

On the side a heaping spoonful
Of store bought guacamole,
Two sweet Clementines,
“More plants!” the doctor told me.

Now that I’m a breakfast guy
I have this nagging hunch,
No matter how big breakfast
I’ll still be wanting lunch.