Breakfast Smoothie


You still have a moustache of chocolate foam above your lips

So we fumble a little at the door

Before I peck your cheek in a goodbye kiss.


I rush to the balcony to look at you again

You hadn’t turned to the mirror in the elevator

It’s five past nine, and you are running late.





Aunt Mary’s Teapoy


When elves visited Aunt Mary’s hut

She laid the table with fruit, rum-and-milk, biscuits with nut

All aligned in queues on two sides,

Unless all off the teapoy’s short leg slides,

Gone with a fault in the carpenter’s cut!