Lines from Oz
The Poetry of Brian Langley
Breakfast Sitting Down
I eat my breakfast sitting down
whenever I am home in town.
But at the beach, it's much more fun,
eating breakfast on the run
For there's no time to linger there
and sit around in padded chair.
The fish wont wait, its up and go.
Time to hurry, can't be slow.
Must be there before the sun,
there's room enough for everyone.
Side by side along the sand
with rods a rampant we all stand
and wait and hope that we might feel
a tug upon our rod and reel.
I feel a bite, I wind him in
he's very small and rather thin.
I throw him back, he's undersize
and hope to get a bigger prize.
But like most days, its not to be,
the bigger fish are still as free
as they all were the other day.
And so its time to pack away
our lines and head back to our wives,
the ones that organise our lives.
Who tell us "Never mind, my dear
There's never fish this time of year.
Just think, when we get back to town
You can eat you're breakfast sitting down."
©B. Langley 22 Jan 2001