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

 

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