Windy Morning
In the morning
Before I polish my shoes
I have my breakfast
And turn on the news
Muesli and melon
Prune juice and bran
I like to break wind
As much as I can
Hot buttered toast
Castor oil and crumpet
Helps me loosen the valves
And blow my own trumpet
Then Auntie pours milk
And I sip my tea
And we’re just as happy
As happy can be
It's going to be hard to improve on perfection.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog - call again please.
ReplyDeleteNifty little poem you've got there.
I spy another jester...
ReplyDeleteSuperb. I needed that. Beautifully done - and I cracked up. What more can one ask?
ReplyDeleteA poet after me own heart - always ready to bow to the scatologically inevitable!
ReplyDelete(Now . . . what rhymes with "heart"?)
Doctor FTSE just made me google scatological and I wish I hadn't... give's a new meaning to the song "I'm a scat man"
ReplyDeleteAnyway - lots of joy pervading this one Captain. Excellent job
Yes, Cap'n, I'm a morning farter too. A sweet and charming ode that deserves a wider audience.
ReplyDeleteNice work! A real antidote to pretentious poems everywhere (was going to say 'breath of fresh air' but on reflection...)
ReplyDeleteLOL! Nicely done. Reminded me of 'Filth' by Irvine Welsh.
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