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…
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