haikus

.MorningHunger.
Bright sunshine reflects
those porty men in windscreens.
stopped off for breakfast.

.Dringggg.
Alarm clock rattles
eyes peeled open suddenly.
Cheated of that dream.

.HungersNeed.
Tea ringed thumbed menu
out of date specials board hangs.
Ketchup bottle scabs.

haikus

.WordsSaid.
Conversation starts
with words from someone other.
Reply thoughtfully

.Afternoons.
Shuffled biscuits lay
bloated tea pot center stage.
Let brew, pour, enjoy.

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.LitteGreenMan.
Hanging pub lights sway
UFOs hover over.
Drunk voyage begins.

.CuppaOwww.
Pinky out, drink tea
eye poked as you slurpy sip.
Delicate tea cups.

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.ValleyTops.
Tree wobbles in breeze
branches stretched to keep balance.
Admiring views.

.JobFail.
Pen lid splintered chewed
frustrated time wasting day.
Doodles on notepad.

.PureDrink.
Tea infuses slow
dark vapour trail dispersal
Mug of soothing calm.

haiku about a cup of tea

.BiscutsPlease.
Tea made correctly
process followed perfectly.
Sit back and enjoy.

a haiku

.TellMeBeforeISwig.
Thirsty work, lift mug
Like fountain cherub spurts. Ewww!
Its bloody earl grey!!

a haiku

.TypicalSundayNight.
Slippers on feet
tea in mug, nowt on tv.
Sunday night routine.

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.NotAMorningPerson.
Fire alarm wails,
stupid toaster, milky tea.
My weekday mornings.

.NoGoodWithHeat.
Burp loudly again
trying to quench that curry,
burning tastebuds.

.Shoo!.
Sparrow watches me
perched low on branch, as I pee.
Cant go while you watch.

another haiku

Spoon scaldingly hot,
left for too long in the mug,
as tea was brewing.

wise old man haiku

.TheWiseDrink.
Wise old man once said.
'You cant make a cup of tea,
without a teabag.'

my morning routine

I sit down to my shreaded wheat
drenched in skimmed milk, ice cold.
Morning routine never misses a beat
newspaper turned neatly with a fold,
Smoothing down my 'crazy' work tie
to avoid falling lumps of cereal flakes.
I let out a long, 'so, this is my life' sigh,
on the radiator todays y-fronts bakes.
Hot tea, sloshed down by huge gulps,
mouthfuls of toast, drowning in butter.
Interupted by loud heartburn burps,
opening delivered bills with a mutter.

snuggle haiku

Me and you all snug,
warming me through like hot tea
steaming in a mug.

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.BiscuitFail.
Biscuit falls in tea,
moment of bliss broken, spoilt.
Fish out dregs with spoon.

.ShiverSnake.
Cold draft snakes through house,
shiver rises through my toes,
Up to my red nose.

cup of tea haiku

Cup of tea, too hot.
Leave it on side to cool down,
now its too cold, yuk!

Milk

A lot of people cant make good cups of tea, Ive been told Im one of those many, but what annoys me is when people go, 'we need more milk, theres only enough for one more cup.'

I can promise you that if I go to the fridge, there is going to be more than enough milk for another 4 cups, you weak tea making piece of piss.

Children

One thing that annoys the hell out of me when it comes to children is breakfast time.
Being the independent little shits they are, children will tip half a box of cornflakes all over the table and hope that some will land in thier bowl, then they will get up go over to the fridge get the milk out and carry it back to the table, climb up onto their chair and while kneeling they will pour the milk across the table and thier bowl.
Leaving the empty milk bottle on the table they dig into thier breakfast, eating the few cornflakes that actually landed in the bowl, floating like soggy leafs the milk.
They get down from the table leaving their mess behind so when I go to make a cup of tea, there is no milk left, so I have to reuse the milk from thier bowl, leaving me with a cornflakey cup of tea.