Frokost

Between the hours of work and rest,
The Danes have found what suits them best:
A midday feast, a quiet spread,
With rye beneath and herring head.
But don’t confuse, as Swedes might jest,
For “frukost” starts their morning quest.
A breakfast word in Swedish guise—
The kind that greets the early skies.

Yet frokost stands for lunch, you see,
A break from tasks, a chance to be.
To share a bite, a tale, a smile,
And linger at the table awhile.
So whether morning, noon, or late,
A word can shift, can twist its fate.
But frokost holds, unshaken, true,
A Danish heart in what we chew.