Wednesday, 13 November 2013

MIGHTY MORNINGS


Early morning mumbling
At preserves in jars and pots
Thinking Marmite bread and butter
Before my eyes I'm seeing spots

Having overstayed so lazily
Too long in blanket bay
I need a zap to put me right
Velvet gently on my way

Slurped my iced tomato juice
Set the toaster 'medium brown'
To kick my taste buds back in use
Hot strong tea to ease my frown

Peering through my curtained view
My dawning light withholding bright
Keep early morning after thoughts
As faded memories of the night

Spreading shapes of no intention
Expectations out of sight
As I repair internal organs
With level lashings of 'Marmite'

6 comments:

  1. hahaha.. you either love this poem or loathe it!!! as I like Marmite.........

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    1. What a great comment Carol I tried hard to write it in good taste.

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  2. There's more than marmamite being spread here N love the flow of Writes clever one ✨🐝

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    1. I find the spread wakes up my head and motivates me out of bed THANKS for your comment.

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  3. Lol marmamite marmite it 🐝 Beez ears yet again

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    1. Its funny how bread always turns up when marmite is around ;-)

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