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Toast It’s so comfortable inside my bed. I think I will stay here until I am dead. I’m never going to move again. The air is cold, my quilt so warm, My feet are nice and toasty. I have a day off, so I will remain lost, In a world of imaginary. I drift off to sleep until quarter to three. They say that’s a whole day you have wasted! All I reply is, I have had a bad day since I was a kid, So a lie-in once in a while is just what I needed. But now my stomach is starting to grumble. Three meals a day is a must. So I throw on some clothes and drag myself to where I need to go. Boring, boring, boring toast! But, oh well, it is something at least. They tell me I have to eat. It’s been twenty minutes and I am still not finished, With this rubbery, so dry! Food, With absolutely zero taste at all... Have a guess what I am…Bored! My cup of tea is just (stupid!) flavoured water. My biscuits are broken in barrel and cup. I should stop eating this toast, I know I oughta, But it’s nearly done now And once it is done, it is done. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Toast
Toast It’s so comfortable inside my bed. I think I will stay here until I am dead. I’m never going to move again. The air is cold, my quilt so warm, My feet are nice and toasty. I have a day off, so I will remain lost, In a world of imaginary. I drift off to sleep until quarter to three. They say that’s a whole day you have wasted! All I reply is, I have had a bad day since I was a kid, So a lie-in once in a while is just what I needed. But now my stomach is starting to grumble. Three meals a day is a must. So I throw on some clothes and drag myself to where I need to go. Boring, boring, boring toast! But, oh well, it is something at least. They tell me I have to eat. It’s been twenty minutes and I am still not finished, With this rubbery, so dry! Food, With absolutely zero taste at all... Have a guess what I am…Bored! My cup of tea is just (stupid!) flavoured water. My biscuits are broken in barrel and cup. I should stop eating this toast, I know I oughta, But it’s nearly done now And once it is done, it is done. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
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