When the Festal Board, as the papers say, br Groans 'neath the weight of a lot to eat, br At breakfast, Fruhstuck or dejeuner, br (As a bard tri-lingual I'm rather neat) br At breakfast, then, if I may repeat, br This is what gets me into a huff, br This is a query I cannot beat: br Why don't they ever have spoons enough? br br I've broken my fast with the grave and gay, br With hoi polloi and with the elite; br I've been all over the U. S. A. br From Dorchester Crossing to Kearney Street. br But aye when I sit in the morning seat br Comes to my notice the self-same bluff, br Plenty of food, but in this they cheat: br Why don't they ever have spoons enough? br br Take it at breakfast, only to-day: br This was the layout, fresh and sweet: br Canteloupe, sweet as the new-mown hay; [Footnote: And about as edible.] br Cereal-one of the brands[Footnote: To advertisers: This space for sale.] br of wheat; br Soft-boiled eggs (we've cut out the meat) : br Coffee (a claro-manila-buff) : br Napery, china, and glasses complete- br Why don't they ever have spoons enough? br br br L'ENVOI br br Autocratesses, forgive my heat, br But isn't it time to change that stuff? br Small is the benison I entreat- br Why don't they ever have spoons enough?br br Franklin P.