Europrogocontestovision: Breakfast poem

Breakfast poem. My sweet, my bonny, my clear-eyed ones: Mr Silver is still wearing his long johns. Here's the jam eater with red in his beard. Here's where the privateer muffin was speared. Sat at the breakfast bar, crumpled and old ...

Source: http://europrogovision.blogspot.com/2010/08/breakfast-poem.html