Now I don’t class myself as a greedy person
However when faced with a breakfast buffet feast
It doesn’t need any persuasion any coercion
To turn into a five course hungry beast
What is it when confronted with the temptation
At home I’d just have a bowl of porridge
But on holiday I’m tempted to eat a small nation
To be honest I’m not sure where I find the storage
I often eat two big chocolate muffins
A bowl of Kellogg’s cornflakes
Never mind the repercussions
Some bread and cheese some creamy cakes
Some fruit to make me feel healthy
A couple of donuts woofed down
In the corner hidden from prying eyes quite stealthy
In coffee, tea and orange juice I drown
When the sun comes up at the beginning of the day
And confronted with the breakfast banquet
I need self control and find a way
To say thank you very much and politely decline it.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Why is it whenever we are in a hotel, faced with a breakfast buffet, we end up eating so much more than we do at home? Or is it just me?
- Category: Humor
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But would you regret it? I can certainly relate to this poem, so glad I don't go on holiday to often. Love your rhyming scheme. Maggie
Thank you Maggie. Yes I don’t think the waistline could be kept in check if I went on too many holidays.
A fine write Retired. I know - I can't eat a big breakfast, and never have a fried brekkie. Yuk!
I wish I didn’t like fried breakfasts!!
I eat muesli at home, when in hotels I have the Full English Breakfast WITH black pudding. When I was working I used to drive all over the country installing computer software and used to stay in many hotels, one up in Hexham I used to use a great deal and they got to know me. One morning I went down to breakfast and ordered my normal Full English, as did another guy unknown to me, the meals arrived at the same time and we both said together, “Where’s the Black Pudding!” They had run out.
Very funny! I used to travel with work too. Very difficult to resist the full English. However I am not too keen on black pudding.
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