Breakfast Of Champions Poem by Juan Olivarez
Breakfast Of Champions
The menudo's almost ready,
There's a growling in the pit.
Corn tortillas, onions and chiles,
Ain't nobody gonna split.
Big bright eyes around the table,
mouths watering fast.
Waiting making them unstable,
For a spicy hot repast.
Serve it up in steaming bowls,
Cures hangovers and the cramps.
A little comfort for your souls,
Truly a breakfast of champs.
7/4/12 Alton Texas
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8/29/2026 9:13:51 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Coo, that`s some breakfast, cures hangovers and the cramps, great poem.