Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Ode to Yesterday's Protein Shake:

There you sit, forgotten.
Heading way south of rotten.
Because I ate an egg and cheese burrito this morning,
I didn't clean you well,
and there you sit scorning,
The fact i didn't wash you with dish washing gel...

What am I to do?
You probably smell terrible,
and i don't like things of your ilk,
You know, smelling of long forgotten milk,
so maybe I'll leave you for tomorrow,
when in my sorrow,
I'll pour you out
and without a doubt,
hold my breath
so as not to smell,
what I should have finished
yesterday with a groan and grimace.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Ode to a Cauldron of Apples:

Awaken,I did, to the smells of cookies a baked,
and urges of filling my mouth wide-agape,
with baked goods from yore
and regrets of my forlorn workout the night before,
I bought you apples pink lady, and tiny galas galore.
But no, in your cauldron you sit,
reminding me of the diet I quit,
and the terrible things I've been doomed,
in the past 3 months I have consumed,
enough calories in me,
to feed a family of three,
and this morning alone I ate plenty of dough,
a veritable slough,
of baked dough in bar form,
that now sitting here... my norm.
All I want is to drink
this terrible orange-ade and think,
to bring myself back from the brink,
and fix what's been making my heart ache.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Ode to some English Breakfast Tea

To make a change one must first....
You see, there I was, in the morning thinking about tea, and beverages,
and amongst the veritable multitude you sat.
Waiting patiently at the back of the tea basket.
Yeah, there is a tea basket, and you were toward the hind end.
And to be honest,
Hind end is an apt description.
I mean you're okay.
You're not the worst tea I've had.
But lets face it, when your hotness faded,
There was nothing left between us.
Like a train, the change... is coming down the track.
Chooo Choo!!!
Sink and Trash Can Express....All aboard!!!!
I think maybe I'll make some Green tea.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Ode to a morning Croissant #2

I don't know how to feel about you.
In that its hard for me to construe,
the feelings I have within,
for pastry with layers so thin,
and lacking fruit or sugar sticky-sweet,
and though i think you're hard to beat,
I should have tried to abstain,
and eat something more in the vein,
of my protein shake,
which could alleviate,
this terrible stout,
guilt I'm having about,
eating you
instead of something healthy and true.