Breakfast was torture
Without you.
The kettle refused to boil,
The toaster burnt the bread
The milk curdled
At the sight of me
And the cat threw up on the bed.
Breakfast is torture
Without you.
Won’t you come back if I beg?
I promise to serve you
Your heart’s desire,
Sausages, bacon and egg.
And if that is pleasing to you
And the kitchen’s scrubbed up well
Won’t you make it a daily appointment
And put me out of this hell?
A great poem but a little subservient on the story side don't you think. The man haters will be crook on you...............just joking
I can see the picture well. But, pain no matter how bitter, is temporary. If he wants to go, let him. He's not for you. Someone will come who will love you for your charm, not your culinary or janitorial expertise.
my breakfast is when i woke up in the morning..i felt alive and got the chance to live another day................no more hunger..........
Hi Sallie, Just had to tell you that I have been reading more of your poetry. All I wish to say is that it is fantastic and I am constantly impressed by many of your very clever pictures that you paint with words. Regards Paolo
You write straight from the heart- no shield, no filters, just honest straight-forward truth served on a poetic plate
A very heartfelt poem indeed...But sometimes it is best tto enjoy one's own company for a while...Wish you all the best...
yet another amazing poem with such vibrant use of literary devices... it just touched the deepest corners of my heart.. love prashant
Breakfast was torture Without you. The kettle refused to boil, The toaster burnt the bread again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10
Breakfast was torture Without you. The kettle refused to boil, The toaster burnt the bread again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...who for chrissake could or would refuse?