Breakfast at the Savoy

I was dreaming in bed – as the thunder

Crashed through that part of my brain

That was shuffling old things in my memory

And flushing them straight down the drain –

That the butler would bring in my breakfast

Poached herring or catch of the day

Or banana and blueberry pancakes

Or Benedict eggs on a tray.

But the thunder I mentioned beforehand

Made me startle and leap out of bed

So I staggered outside to the kitchen

And had a cold sausage instead.

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