MMT-1: The Breakfast of Champions

[cyprus7]

MMT?
Modern Monetary Theory?
DMT on steroids?
Nope.
Just another dollop of digital hope dope.
Ask not for whom the bowl tolls, it chymes for thee.
(not written by ChatGPT)

The Breakfast of Champions

Take a bowl of delayed gratification
sprinkled with the fruits of opportunities
but handle carefully
lest accomplishments spill over
and some early bird gets the worm
in which case just sleep on it, dream on it
and begin eating the biggest frog
first thing next morning
because that is the breakfast of champions.

 

[cyprus7]

The idea here was to (hand)write for 7 minutes with autumn, pumpkin, and maple somewhere in the first paragraph.
Sci-Fi horror? Glen Close and Michael Douglas, eat your hearts out!

Autumn sees those meatbag kids back in school but, all too soon, what passes for pumpkin pie once again on their most whined for menu.
In exchange for sweeping up the orange carpet of sugar maple leaves - theirs, I hasten to add - now littering my vegetable patch, I select a particularly sad-looking pumpkin and bake them a scrumptious, mouth-watering pie.

The recipe has been passed down multiple generations and, even in the perilous state these off-worlders now find themselves in, I do my darnedest to preserve their beloved family traditions.

I detect a scream through their dome next door.

"Mum, Fluffy's not in his hutch."

My, how time flies! Their panic reminds me of my great-great-grandmother's wailing that day she discovered me in the kitchen adding a little extra protein to her oven-ready mix of ingredients.