You are currently viewing “The Belly Buster Breakfast”: A rib-tickling poem that celebrates the legendary chuckwagon breakfasts in Southwest New Mexico. Cowboys recount comical challenges of trying to finish massive plates piled high with eggs, bacon, and flapjacks, resulting in hearty laughter and full bellies.

“The Belly Buster Breakfast”: A rib-tickling poem that celebrates the legendary chuckwagon breakfasts in Southwest New Mexico. Cowboys recount comical challenges of trying to finish massive plates piled high with eggs, bacon, and flapjacks, resulting in hearty laughter and full bellies.

Kicking Up Dust on the Trail

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

At dawns first light, the canvas wakes,
With smoke that curls from sizzling steaks.
The chuckwagons spread, a sight to see,
Holds eggs and bacon, all made for thee.

Cowboys gather ‘round, their plates they stack,
A mountain high of grub, no looking back.
With flapjacks piled like hills of gold,
They laugh and jest, their stories unfold.

The first bite’s bliss, a savory thrill,
But soon they groan, Im fit to spill!
With chuckles loud, they trade good-natured jibes,
As plates grow empty, but not their vibes.

So here’s to the feast where laughter swims,
In New Mexico’s light, the spirit brims.
A belly buster breakfast, they dare to face,
In each hearty bite, lives the cowboys grace.