BACON SANDWICH

Brown sauce, big mug, weak tea

Chew, chew, chew, your way through

A life where little rhymes

Wipe your lips, sip your sips

 

Say cheese when camera clicks

Listen as your life ticks

A way through rusting ricks

Let others play steal tricks

 

Chew, chew, chew your way through

A life where little chymes

Sip your sips, wipe your lips

Leave cafe -- deary, cheery, bleary me

                  -- deary, cheery, bleary me

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gary H]

have you been watching 'Enders again? Is this is scene from Phill's Caff or is it Ian's or Babs?

I always feel sorry for the pig in all this - no-one ever considers the big fat porker who was quite happily rolling in his own shite before being butchered to death and ending up on a plate between two chunks of real man's bread.

there's a definitive Englishness about this. great stuff

[TL Boehm]

Was it a Genesis song that went something like "holding on in quiet desperation is the English way" this is the sentiment I get from the poem...that quiet existence where the insides seeth and the outside is frozen water. Nicely done.

[April Child]

Bacon sarnie, brown sauce ooh I love it when you talk dirty, make it white bread, doorsteps of white bread and I'm yours... :)

[CLUTZ]

YAY!! I like bacon, that might not have been the point of the poem, but I do. very good. "chew, chew, chew your way through" i like it.

[Gandré]

Say cheese when camera clicks

Listen as your life ticks

---------- this was what I liked, it makes me feel the time..

nice observation ------------"Sip your sips, wipe your lips"


:=) you were playful this morning.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Nice Orlando, Like chewing your way through life. Great morning insperation.