Every now and again it’s good to write a silly poem just because. One morning after preparing the usual smoothie for myself and Android, I noticed that he was taking rather a long time to come down and collect his. I was in a silly mood and decided to pen a little poem about his forlorn smoothie waiting patiently on the work surface. You have to get your kicks somehow!

Smooth Mover

I’m waiting for you on the side

This doesn’t feel so groovy

Your distance I just can’t abide

For I’m your loyal smoothie

I’m full of fresh banana chunks

sweet dates and blueberry flavour

A glass of goodness fit for monks

When will you come and savour?

Prepared with love and made with pride

Get off your bum and choose me

I’m waiting for you on the side

For I’m your loyal smoothie