Crumbs

Crumbs on the table, crumbs on the floor And behind the door, Crumbs on my clothes and even sometimes up my nose. It's a mystery to me why, No matter what I chose to eat, crumbs end up close by. Yet my wife never leaves a one. I can't give up my toast, Not even for the one I love the most, So I smother it with jam to keep the crumbs together. Too many showers and I block the drains, If I leave the vacuuming for long I blow the mains. And that is not dandruff in my hair. If there is a way to make me crumb free, I don't mind paying a fee, As I would like sometimes to eat breakfast in bed.

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Winged Warrior

Date: 12/25/2016 8:08:00 PM

Great to the last crumb...I love crumbs...shows the human side of us...I can't imagine the world all neat and tidy...we need the crumbs lol...god bless & Happy Holidays...^WW^

David Smith
Date: 12/26/2016 5:45:00 PM

Glad you liked it.

Chris Green

Date: 11/23/2016 6:44:00 AM

This was fun to read and very relatable to me. I can't seem to eat anything without making a mess. I loved the smothering it with jam to keep the crumbs together line. That was very clever.

David Smith
Date: 11/24/2016 5:11:00 AM

Thank you for taking the time to read Chris. I try and throw in the odd slightly quirky piece. i do have a problem with crumbs. My wife never seems to. Regards David in NZ

Probir Gupta

Date: 11/22/2016 11:31:00 PM

A nice poem dear poet ... enjoyed reading ...

David Smith
Date: 11/23/2016 2:28:00 AM

Thanks. I like to do the occasional nonsense poem. No doubt you have heard about the earthquakes. We are fine here but I lived in small town called Waiau as child. It is bad there. Regards David