A hairytale for the morning.
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
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 11:57
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Hangover
The cockerel who roostsOn 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 418 times
Written on 2006-11-11 at 11:57
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