Breakfast is my Favourite Meal of the Day

Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day
Perhaps even is it my favourite meal of everyday
In it I can eat carbs and drink milk
And intoxicate myself with coffee black like ink
For afterwards I can go out and play
Spend the energy however I like, no calorie will dare stay
How many calories will go whenever I blink!
And I blink a lot for I live with people so thick
They baffle and bemuse me all to my dismay
All this results in my breakfast's metabolic decay
And might also lead to society's moral decay
This is why I love breakfast I say
Not because of moral but because of metabolic decay
Whereas lunch and dinner are here to stay
In the tummy, hips and other tissue array
Which might also lead to moral decay
But certainly not to quick metabolic decay
Do you get what I'm say'

Insomnia

Where's the bread?
Am off to bed

Homage to a Digestive

*I write this poem while being inspired by a Digestive biscuit, which I drowned in my morning coffee with the intention of subsequently breakfasting it.*

I love morning coffee with a Digestive
McVitie's excelled in The Original pontiff (read pontivv)
Leader of the give-in-to-temptation directive
Don't care much for the chocolate Digestive
It is too sweet but could work as an incentive
For chocoholics or nots irrespective
All but McVitie's may feel regret so retrospective
It'd make 'em wish they'd been more selective

Meat balls

*I write a poem about meat balls, as they were the highlight of my weekend. Yes? Do you have a problem with that?*

Nothing like meat balls with couscous
To alleviate weekend boredom and neglect
It almost makes one feel pious
Due to its cement-like on the stomach effect
I am writing this and am conscious
That it probably is not perfect
As proof of my supposed literary prowess
But I couldn't give an insect
And I frankly couldn't care less