A hairytale for the morning.


Hangover

The cockerel who roosts
On the cornflakes packet
Wakes me up
Wth his strident
'I told you so'
Cock-a-doodle-do;
I shake out the flakes
But they sound like an
Avalanche of rocks,
Blocking my appetite;
I look round, squinting
At other food sources -
An egg, that'll be good,
Boiled with sleeping soldiers,
Yummie, can't wait,
But the little lion on the shell
Has other ideas,
I try to capture it
But the little fella roars and snarls:
I'll be back tomorrow, I scream,
Just to let him know who's boss;
What else? Bread, thick as my head,
Butter, yellow as my liverish skin,
Ah, my abrosia, my honey!
And coffee, lots of black coffee,
Instant, of course, less noise;
That's it, I'm all ready for my visitor,
My breakfast guest, here he is right on cue,
Good morning, Mr Jack Daniels, how are you?


Chris Fernie, 2006






Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 366 times
Written on 2006-11-11 at 11:57

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


weirdzarun
hah, very witty. clever idea and good, funy ending.
2006-11-11


oddbird
a funny and entertaining poem here....really enjoyed reading it. cx
2006-11-11