This week let’s write an early bird poem. Are you up at dawn, eager to get to work? I’m not. I schedule these posts to fire off at 7am while I’m still nestled all snug in my bed.
For extra credit, since Wednesday is a holiday for some, maybe include a Christmas reference even though St. Nick is definitely a night owl.
Early Morning On Boxing Day Down Under
5:30am
the Laughing Kookaburra sings
like
the loud mouth aunt from afar
wearing floral prints dress
busier than the Christmas tree
taking over the karaoke
nobody in the house
hears anybody else
my breath
staled with vodka martini
olives and smoke meat scraps
in between my teeth
who would think
I am peckish again
standing in front of the fridge
in my short jammies
searching for
cold turkey and cranberry sauce
this will tide me over
to the 11 o’clock big brunch
served with
blue berry pancakes and beacon
poached eggs on sour dough
sauteed mushroom and tomatoes
for now
before the house is fully awake
best to enjoy a strong cuppa
and the short breeze
before the sun rises to
stink the fertilised backyard
and listen to
the drunken rellos’ banter
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Wowzers!
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I agree with Lisa again!
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Aww
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Great stuff! Very Bukowski!
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I listened to him on podcast lately, he influenced me! I didn’t even realise it. Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you and the Living Poetry readers! 🥳🌲💃🕺
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And a Happy New Year to you!
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Early birds get worms
Worms get up too soon to live
You’d think they’d wise up
Perhaps a best gift for worms
Would be underground tunnels
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The wise worm sleeps in! Well done.
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Thank you!
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