My tea is too hot,

my tea is too cold,

my tea is too sweet,

the milk is too old.

 

The toast is too burnt,

it’s not brown enough,

I wanted white bread,

Oh no… not the crust!

 

I can’t find my jam,

the banana’s got spots,

there is no fruit knife,

the apple’s got rot!

 

The porridge is lumpy,

I can taste tahini,

I’ve added some milk,

and now it’s too creamy!

 

I’ve lost my spot,

someone else is sat there,

I wanted to sit,

in my favourite chair.

 

I’m trapped in a corner,

I’m sat in a draft,

I’m too near the door,

Oh! All this is daft!

 

I should just be grateful,

that I’m here today,

living and breathing,

the middle way.

 

it’s ten twenty four,

we meditate in a bit,

I stand at the door,

now where shall I sit?

 

This cushion’s too high,

this cushion’s too low,

this cushion’s too lumpy,

and on it goes…

 

© The Perfect Breakfast 24.11.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: I took this picture. Grilled cheese sandwich with white bread, American cheese, and tomato soup. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)