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News atrophy
Thunderous bolts of lightning every morning
Gazing at a screen, still learning
Chess pieces move devoid of doubt
An evil kettle spews from its hot spout
News of the mighty, judging so rightly
Dastardly and Mutley chase us so justly
This is not the breakfast I was prescribed
Hot eggs of death on a buttered lie
Where's that decaffe coffee I can't find?
When ...
Monday 12th January 2026 3:07 pm
Continental Breakfast
Melted butter with sea salt crystals
dripped down the sides
of hot multi-grain toast.
The smell of cracked wheat and rye
fusing perfectly with the aroma of
coffee made from freshly ground beans.
Occupying the centre of the table
were various platters filled with delicacies
such as wafer thin slices of
mouth-watering Dutch cheese
and honey roast cured ham.
...
Saturday 26th January 2019 4:55 pm
BACON BUTTY
The advice comes from everywhere
The 'Spin Doctors' getting bolder
With lots of little anecdotes
To stop us getting older
So read it, take it all on board
You don't want any grief
Two minutes a day is all it takes
For you to floss your teeth
Two minutes hopping on each leg
"It's so good for the hip"
Where the hell does that come from?
It makes me wan...
Thursday 14th April 2016 1:51 pm
Good Morning, Good Morning
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
The Bed and Breakfast Test
I asked my husband this morning
To make me marmite on toast
Lightly toasted please
Lots of butter
Lots of marmite
Cut into triangles
Pooling and chaotically spread
It arrives
Two whole slices
Slightly burnt
Marmite and butter evenly spread
I smile gratefully, yet I’m perplexed
If I asked my lover to do the same
Would he get it righ...
Sunday 3rd June 2012 5:08 pm
Breakfast Epiphany
`
There are days
that songs are stifled
or the throat hoarse and weary
No more do notes glide softly -
raking leaves strewn across
the littered lawn
their butterfly wings
hung up in the wait
for another sunny day.
There are nights
that stars squander
their luminescence
on unappreciative lovers
roaming listlessly by
a moonlit shore
their br...
Wednesday 16th March 2011 4:48 pm

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