Flavoursome Friend

Bliss time again,

First coffee!

Gawd, I love it so much!

Nowhere to be on a Sunday morn,

So reading

And a mug of my crutch


To pep up the day before it begins,

All snuggled and sipping in time

To words that I read and some that I write,

A pleasure so simple but fine.


Prep for some comments!

I’m ready to roll

In and out of my favourite blogs.

All calm in here,

Though grey outside,

The weather has gone to the dogs.


Thunder and lightening

Accompanied my dreams,

Flashed in at my window pane,

I woke through the night

With sadness, no fright,

But a heart aching with pain.


All better now, dreams are so strange,

Especially when I can’t recall

What passed through my mind as I lay sleeping.

Maybe that’s wiser for all.


Though heavy the skies,

My heart is renewed

With a cup of the freshest of brew

And time to peruse,

Chat with my muse

And catch up on all of the news.


So cheers little coffee bean!

My days wouldn’t start

Quite so well

If your scent and your flavour

Did not endeavour

To rouse me. It would all go to hell.


Mornings spent trying to awaken.

Giving my old body a shaking,

But no need for that, cos you’re right on hand.

Yes, you my coffee, are grand!


Money Shenanigans

There’s a concert I’d like to go to,

The group’s only here for one night.

If I miss this one, it could be years

Before they’re back on a flight.


I’ve seen a top and trousers too.

They’re class and such a bargain.

The sale’s soon over, won’t be long

Till the price goes up again.


My teacher says I need a thing –

A scientific calculator.

They’ll sell them in the school tomorrow.

I need it now, not later.


These shoes have holes, look, right there.

You were right, they’re much too thin.

I need some dosh for another pair

And I’ll put these in the bin.


The latest film has just come out.

I know I have my pass,

But bus fare and McDonald’s

Requires a little cash.


Money’s tight,

I’m not being mean.


Well, go to that

Automatic machine.

You know the one, it’s in the wall,

Near the bank, outside tha mall.

The one where you insert the card

And someone throws you money.

Come on, Mum, we know you’re rich,

You have millions. Don’t be funny.


I’m goggle-eyed at innocence,

Such splendid fiscal ignorance.

A leaf I’m taking from their book.

I’ve purchased something. Have a look.

It’s planted there for all to see,

My magic growing money tree!