This is as much as I know... today

Silly poem about spoons

Spoons, all rounded ready for a stir
Good as scooping porridge for all those little bears
Hang them on your nose whilst balancing on your toes
Try not to feel a tickle as your confidence grows

You are such a valid object in my day to day “abouts”
So loyal and stern, your strength I’ll never doubt
Except when straining ice-cream out of its little pot
I feel you bend and weep, Oh I know I’m such a rot

Oh lovely looking spoon, I shall not want to use you
I’d like to hide you from my brother who I know would abuse
I’ll keep you polished and neat away from prying eyes
But promise me one thing spoon – you’ll help me with my HaganDaz

Curley Kale and Beetroot.

Curley kale and beetroot simmering in the pan
Curley kale and beetroot spinning round and round
Curley kale and beetroot smitten with the other
Curley kale and beetroot giggling like a lover

Curley kale and beetroot, what a lovely combination
Curley kale and beetroot, what a mad taste sensation
Curley kale and beetroot makes the water purple
Curley kale and beetroot makes me want to chortle

Curley kale and beetroot, my plate is warm and ready
Curley kale and beetroot hold that hot pan steady
Curley kale and beetroot, fork and mouth will meet
Curley kale and beetroot, for you I’m going to eat.

Any Other Time
Crowds of kids
Crowds of dogs
Crowds of couples
Crowds of families
Crowds of crowds... followed by nothing.

Yesterday
Saturday spent battling a hang-over
Saturday spent trying to be busy
Saturday spent battling the crowds
Saturday spent needing to be in the crowds

Today
Silence, serenity, security
Seclusion of Sunday
Sedate and full of ease
No need to feel insecure about not being in a crowd on a Sunday

In Time.
Monday will be busy
Monday will be different
Monday will shout at you
Monday will have its own new and clean crowds.