A Haiku at Nine
Nine o’Clock Haiku;
just seventeen syllables
with your breakfast feast.
By the Book (sic)
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Saturday 1st April – April Fool’s Day – #NaPoWriMo Poem #10 (09:00am) – Haiku
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Six things
I had tried six impossible things;
six implausible things;
and, finally,
six impassable things.
All before breakfast.
Which, by the time I got to the breakfast table,
was either: cold, stale, inedible, or missing.
My plate was the picture of an artist –
probably an abstract one,
as it wasn’t recognisably
a breakfast that anyone would want to eat.
Consequently, I didn’t eat it.
Black coffee, lukewarm,
and the memory of a far off petit dejeuner,
would have to get me through to lunch.
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First ‘Toast Crumbs’, now ‘This!’
There is spread
in the jam, again;
and I’m sure I know who did it –
it was that numpty over there,
the one who burns the bread,
and he knows I know,
that he knows—
that I know…
and still I watch
and see him fidget.
The Kraken Wakes (looks around a bit, breakfasts, and then goes back to sleep)
Cornflakes*
are the required breakfast
for a kraken
when it wakes.
It takes
a large bowlful
to even begin
to satisfy the craving
that a kraken has
when from its slumber it rises;
and, no surprises,
but it abhors the
snap, crackle, and pop
of humans
when into its maws they drop.
.
.
*other breakfast cereals are available, but the Kraken neither cares, nor worries that that is so.
I stopped for breakfast
I stopped for breakfast
because breakfast would not stop for me;
and there I stood
and gazed around
in search of Emily.
Saturday Morning Waffle
Yes, I’d love one; but we haven’t got any,
so I shall just have some toast, but we have no bread to burn, therefore it’s flakes of corn for me (as I know we have those)
and I shall be happy to transport those flakes from the bowl to the mouth with the use of a spoon – a fork would not work quite so well – and thus breakfast shall be consumed.
I hop that you can enjoy yours, whatever it is, and wherever you are in the world.
Take care
Graeme:)
Eat Well Love Life, Live Long, Prosper.
Two slices of wholemeal bread
Toasted
And topped with a light spreading of Marmalade.
Look after your bodies
Look after your self
Eat healthily
And ‘live long
And prosper!’
Or something like that.
Anyway, have a lovely day.
Graeme:)
Brekkies for my Queen
It looked ‘nothing’ like this – lol G:)
Special espresso
Ethereal cereal
With milk like silk
The utmost toast
Better with best butter,
Jams spread rasp and straw
Orange juice to toast again
All the trappings of a breakfast for two
At our table
Set for a queen
And her James Dean.
Graeme Sandford 