Silver tongue

They said he had a silver tongue, but his golden words were honey for her heartache. The sweet balm took the burn away and this once, just this once, the words did not fade with time but lived on in truth and in the actions he delivered. 

Oh let me be your breakfast

Oh let me be your breakfast pastry
I’m slightly salt yet sweet, so tasty
I’ll be the froth upon your coffee
Your doughnut nibbled softly
Spread me jamly on your brioche
Or your plain bread if you’re not that posh
Let me be there, your strong builder’s tea,
As you start another day, with tea, and you, and me.