Monocled and smartly dressed;
the Times delivered neatly pressed.
Two soft boiled eggs, three at most,
brewed Earl Grey and buttered toast.
When but a slice left on parade
is deftly dressed in marmalade.
A belch declares: enough's enough
whilst firing up a Davidoff.
The colonel knows, that’s how it’s done,
enough's enough, how wars are won.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
Offline) - Published: April 29th, 2025 05:40
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
As all great stories and poems are set an image a tale set in such normal circumstances to be tumbled by linkage to an ending metaphor. Lovely
Great imagery nice write..
Flows wonderfully, and the rhyme scheme certainly adds to that. I could smell that Davidoff. Great job, my friend. 🌹👏
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