Cooking was never a strong point of mine but I thought as we are locked in together I should at least try...

At home for breakfast

Like a train from back in the old days
The coffee spluttered through a head of steam
The toaster decided to get in on the act
Then I noticed we're all out of cream

Scraping the charcoal off the cremated bread
"We've no butter, would you like some cheese?"
But then I decided to make poached eggs
just boil some water, that's a breeze

The freshly squeezed fruit juice wasn't just quite
It was in a carton that I had to tear open
I'm sure those stains will wash out alright
At least that is really what I am hopin'

She sat a moment and watched me try
I'd ruined our breakfast and she could see
But then she whispered those three little words
Through gritted teeth - "here, let me!"

Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-29 at 19:39

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
She's letting off the hook too easily. Get back in there, show you've got what it takes.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I immensely enjoyed the humor in it. Your "breakfast mishap," as Elle puts it is, is an enjoyable (and well-crafted) read.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh dear lol I enjoyed your breakfast mishap, you tried

Elle x