A poem.
New years eve brought waffles and beans that leapt off my plate with glee.
The air fryer had made the waffle crisp so it launched an attack on me.
It skidded across my plate and landed underneath my chair,
I retrieved it as soon as feasible
and picked off fluff and hair.
The beans had made an awful mess, landing amongst some papers,
I really wasn't too impressed with my food and all its capers!
But today begins a new day, a new year beckons me.
And so far I've only managed
to dip my finger in a cup of tea!
But worry not - I'm out for lunch
so there's still time for some fun
Perhaps a naughty piece of fish
Or a flying burger bun.
Karen Holmes
January 1st 2026
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