From today’s Wall Street Journal:

“In a world poised to disappoint, it seems simple common sense to minimize misunderstanding and heartbreak whenever possible. One way to do that is by ordering breakfast the way you like it. In my case that means soft—to the point of runny—scrambled eggs and crisp bacon. And I appreciate my toast to arrive buttered.”

 The world is a funny old place
where breakfast should be the first grace
of days long in mirth,
not worried with girth.
But oatmeal is all I will face . . .

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