Sipping Orange Juice –
Poem on the need for drink breaks when problems seem immediate to put them into better perspective. Sometimes problems happen and they are out of our hands.
This poem is a little something different to what I usually write but I thought it would be fun to attempt. I tend to find that my problems lessen when I have a hot or fresh drink to hand. It provides a break from the immediacy that often accompanies problems as they come so I wrote this with this in mind.
The blue sky in a cloudy gloom, The traffic a headache gone vroom, Stuck in the office again behind a screen, With the Bossman droning on with a voice so keen. And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot. The newsman said there’d be more street riots, Obesity has gone through the roof on sugar pill diets, Flames tore through Cali again like a bad hookup, But at least the economy chart line went up! And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot. Sipping orange juice – Slice it, squeeze it, effuse, Ice cubes in a cool glass, Mix them fresh and pass – A slice of orange for flavour, Sip it to taste and savour. Late home – missed my cinema date again, There goes my name cursed with the arcane, All my favourite films and shows became a pawn, Their actors taught me to touch grass on the lawn. And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot. What a week it has been and it’s the middle of the week, Ate too much pizza on overtime, left project in a tweak, Co-worker got a promotion again, Bossman in a sour mood, But at least the weekend is here and the holidays have accrued. And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot. Sipping orange juice – Slice it, squeeze it, effuse, Ice cubes in a cool glass, Mix them fresh and pass – A slice of orange for flavour, Sip it to taste and savour. Took holiday leave to visit the seaside resort, Everything is shut except for the port, Where in great numbers my people reside, Waiting out the storms and low tide, And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot. The recipe to a stress-free life, Is where a glass of orange juice is rife. Taste it cool, taste it fresh, On my tongue is where the flavours mesh. And with a glass to hand it phases me not, Just sip and act like I own this plot.
That was fun
Now I need juice of orange :)