#writeclub #breakfast
Up all night
travelling in their magnificent chariot
making their way to their destination
Thinking of breakfast
Driving to Penzance
from John – o – Groats
looking to fill the stomachs and throats
Thinking of breakfast
Dropping off cargo, at a rendezvous point
all the time thinking, of a roasted lamb joint
or bacon or sausage – a hash brown or three
washed down with Orange juice or perhaps ice tea
Making the regulation breaks on the way
in the services he’ll sit and he’ll stay
Bacon and sausage on plates – can they do?
No, so tween four bits of wholemeal he’ll chew
The Inkwell 