Poem for the Day
Following on from yesterday’s rather cheesy poem.

Let me be the pickle in your cheese and pickle sandwich,Let me be the butter on your toast.
Let me be the dressing that you season all your food with,Let me be the taste you love the most.

Let me be the drizzle in the lemon cake you’re baking,
Let me be your favourite type of brie.
Let me be the brandy that ignites your Christmas pudding,Let me be the cream in your cream tea.

Let me be the sherry that you pour into your trifle,
Let me be the goldfish in your bowl.
Let me be the tonic in your Tanqueray and slim-line,
Let me be the lemon lying on your Dover sole.

Let me be the doughnut that you dip into your coffee,
Let me be your toffee apple stick.
Let me be the bed socks that you warm your frozen feet with,Let me be the dish you always pick.

Let Me Be The Pickle In Your Cheese and Pickle Sandwich 
Bill Adair

Random Haiku #32

Is letter writing
The latest thing in texting?
Send a card at least.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day
This poem was in an anthology given to me by a friend and, even though I am more of a roll and bacon type, it has always made me smile. 

Go to bed with a cheese and pickle sandwich
It is life enhancing.
It doesn't chat you up.
You have to make it.

A cheese and pickle sandwich
is never disappointing.
You don't lie there thinking: 
Am I too fat?
Too fertile?
Too insecure?

Your thoughts are clear,
your choices simple:
to cut it in half
or not to cut it in half,
how thin to slice the cheese 
and where you should place the pickle.

From a cheese and pickle sandwich 
you do not expect flowers,
poems and acts of adoration. 
You expect what you get:
cheese... and pickle.

You want, you eat, 
and afterwards you have eaten. 
No lying awake resentful, 
listening to it snore. 

Safe snacks. 
It comes recommended.

Go To Bed With A Cheese And Pickle Sandwich
Mandy Coe

Poem for the Day 
My mantra for life. 

Make being disapproved of your hobby.
Make being disapproved of your aim.
Devise new ways of scoring points
In the Being Disapproved Of Game.

Let them disapprove in their dozens.
Let them disapprove in their hordes.
You'll find that being disapproved of
Builds character, brings rewards.

Just like any form of striving
Don't be arrogant; don't coast
On your high disapproval rating.
Try to be disapproved of most.

At this point, if it's useful,
Draw a pie chart or a graph.
Show it to someone who disapproves.
When they disapprove, just laugh.

Count the emotions you provoke:
Anger, suspicion, shock.
One point for each of these
And two for each boat you rock.

Feel yourself warming to your task -
You do it bloody well.
A last you've found an area
In which you can excel.

Savour the thrill of risk without
The fear of getting caught.
Whether they sulk or scream or pout,
Enjoy your new-found sport.

Meanwhile all those who disapprove
While you are having fun
Won't even know your game exists
So tell yourself you've won.

If People Disapprove Of You 
Sophie Hannah

Poem for the Day

Entranced, you turn again and over there
It is white also. Rectangular white lawns
For miles, white walls between them. Snow.
You close your eyes. The terrible changes.

White movements in one corner of your room.
Between your hands, the flowers of your quilt
Are stormed. Dark shadows smudge
Their faded, impossible colours, but won’t settle.

You can hear the ice take hold.
Along the street
The yellowed drifts, cleansed by a minutes fall,
Wait to be fouled again. Your final breath
Is in the air, pure white, and moving fast. 

Midwinter
Ian Hamilton