If 'ere your host
serves listless toast
pale as a ghost,
decline to mutter.
Bawl out: "We want
a plump croissant -
with just a haunt
of golden butter!
"For soul doth quail
from pastry pale!
And if it's stale?
Why, heart doth flutter."
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| Auntie Hank, left, and Millicent, right, having toast and tea at The Conestoga last Jul season. Oh, and COOKIES. Puppen tradition not only allows but encourages cookies for breakfast each and every morning from October 21 to January 14 during the 95 days of Puppelachian Yuletide. |
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