of Champions

after sowing his wild oats,

Quaker joined up with

Jemima & Buttersworth

–cereal killers, they, but what did he care?

Pease porridge

cold—he was caKed

–part of an entirely different

kind of Breakfast Club, now,

–an’a kinda sandwich, at that—

the 3 got their egg on

in 2–

ergo Eggo, an’

all to the good,

(the Quakin’ bacon thing)

since this club had that

sausage party

to contend with

–the one Jimmy

(jimmy)

Dean

staged every

day of

every year,

a virtual impossibility to miss

–onna GOLF course,

(of course)

laid out in links…