Sunday brunch is not my thing.
To me, there’s no appeal.
Dinner time is when I’d want
The atmosphere and meal.
It’s just too long for me to wait
For coffee and some toast.
I like my breakfast early
When I’m hungriest the most.
And as for lunch, I’m happiest
With ice cream or a snack.
At dinner time I get my fill
Of calories I lack.
Yet all the local restaurants
Are filled with crowds for brunch.
It’s a scene more lively than
At breakfast or at lunch.
It looks inviting, even more
When it is wet and cold;
Perhaps I’d cave and try it
If invited, truth be told.
But ‘til that time, I’m happy
Sitting home and sipping joe;
Yet ask me out to dinner
And I’m always set to go!
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