Coffee Time

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“There is always time for coffee!” Gun Roswell

Coffee Time

A cup in the morning
Before you start yawning
A cup in the middle of the day
Will keep you from dismay
A cup in the evening
Well, it may let you sleep in
(The next day if you stay up all night)

Enjoy it in company
Enjoy it alone
Enjoy it with a sandwich
Enjoy it some more

A cup of coffee
Maybe with a butterscotch toffee
You can never go totally wrong
Especially, when the coffee is strong

Drink your coffee and be merry
Drink the coffee until the cup is empty
Drink when they pour another cup
Drink, yes, it’s coffee, never stop!

Snow Ride on a Bike

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“Riding a bike, in snow, in the middle of winter?” Gun Roswell

 

Snow Ride on a Bike

Early morning
The nature scorning
Snow and hail pouring

What to do
Cannot loose
The time, need to choose

Digging deep into the pile of snow
With a shower and a brush in tow
Trying to find my salvation, going slow

Finally, reaching it
This is where it hid
Under layers of white powder, shit

Finally brushed and dusted
The ride from last year a little rusted
But still working, well maybe, a little busted

The pedals and saddle
Not up to par, I ride gently
At first, then speed, well tentatively

Up the snowy hill I push
Against the wind’s gush
I know I need to rush

Down the hill seems easy
But I am feeling queasy
After all the effort, I need some cool breezes

The goal so close I can taste it
I am pushing my poor bike to hit
That personal mark, I can win this

Oh, it wasn’t a competition per say
Just a raise against the elements and time on the way
But now I am here and willing to stay

Got my survival kit
My face is lit
And I have won, winter: eat it!

On the Metro

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“Take a long ride on a short train” Gun Roswell

On the Metro

Eastward or westward bound
In an orange coloured train to be found
Riding neatly in a fashionable order
From the beginning to the farthest border

Hop on to one of the trains
They’re usually never too late
But it might feel a little bit of strain
To most of the time underground remain

Never mind the dark and dreary
Look out the window and you’ll be leering
The orange flashes reflecting from each surface
Paints many images on the fleeting canvas

Many a people climb on board
Everyone busily moving forward
Sometimes there is a crowd
And then it gets really really loud

When you reach your destination
Please embark the underground station
Look around the surrounding sights
Like a great tourist, you may like

When it’s time for the return trip
There is no need to bite your lip
If you feel like taking another tour
Remember, the metros run thirty times or more!

Choose your ride

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“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your ride

Choose a city bike on a days fare
Stroll around the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will glare
Once you get the taste of the city
Soon you’ll start feeling real giddy
And time is gone in a jiffy
But wanting to see it all
Even if you have to stay until fall
Now you’re wishing time would stall

If on a moped or motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is no scare
Just follow the safety rules with care
And into the traffic you’ll ride with flare
Oh don’t you worry if people may stare
They’re just jealous of your fancy fare
Ride the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so fast, that you’ll even have time to spare

If you’re feeling lazy
After a trip here so hazy
Then hop on a taxi cab
Moving slow or fast
Depending on your destination
There is no need for an explanation
Enjoy the sights from a comfy seat
There is even a cooler when too much heat
Soon, the city tour taken
Without even one leg shaken!

Little Engine that could

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“Tiny little thing isn’t it!” Gun Roswell

Little Engine that could

Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows

In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder

Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes

The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn

Rain and Snow

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“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell

Rain and Snow

Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface

Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating

Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!

Black cat

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“Cat hair all over!” Gun Roswell

Black cat

A black cat sat
In the middle of the street in ease
She did not move an inch
Not even in a tight pinch
Passers by needed to slide
This cat sitting so wide

Proud face and nose up
Nothing would her mood stop
Gazing at the skies as far as the crow would fly
The black cat’s attitude was snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so glossy
She was the owner, the queen of this street

Coming or going?

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“Heavy traffic on the tarmac” Gun Roswell

Coming or going?

Which way are we driving?
Are we coming or going or simply
Staying put in this place?

Seems no matter which way
The steering wheel is turned the vehicle
Only goes the opposite way

What are the options then
Run around in circles forever and ever
Or try to figure out

How to shift the gears
Take a step back and then try
To slowly move forward again