Brunch; could it be any other way?

Personally, my favourite mash-up-meal-time is lafternoon tea.

Nothing like a good giggle while quaffing piles of little triangle sandwiches and chunky slices of cake.

All washed down with copious lashings of Rosie, of course.

Anyway, enough about me and what I like to do in my spare time and onward with the poetry!

I had a brunch
Of spicy food
About an hour ago
Yet hark what’s this
Inner thunder
Stomach grumbles
Herald of hunger
But how . . .
Another murmur
The penny drops
Literal almost
Alas no
Aghast
Harbinger
Of leakfast

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan.

Amazing header image from The Green Queen, found in the amazing article 12 Top Vegetarian and Vegan Restaurants in Stockholm.

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