Morning Has Broken

Smoke a dube then write some verse

Life is fine by me

When things are bad, they could be worse

And so it is you see.

Breakfast time, Full Irish-style

So I enjoy a grill

‘Shrooms atop a meaty pile

An empty belly to fill.

Sausage, rasher, fried egg too

Black pudding on my plate

As for toast I’ll have a few

Spread with butter & marmalade.

All washed down with a cup of tea

I really can’t complain

There’s no one else I’d rather be

I’m singing in the rain.