Napowrimo day 15 to 18?

OK I have missed a couple of days. I normally struggle to continue at this point and usually give up but I had a hour or so with my notebook yesterday and tried to catch up.

These are my attempts.

Day 15  (Doubles)

I like a cup of tea on a morning.
But I always go home for me tea!
Ham, egg and chips is best.

My mind goes round and round in endless thought.
But when it's my round,
I pay up like a shot!

I often state through glass, at the moving world outside.
And always raise a glass to absent friends.

I can see no schooners going out to sea,
But I can drink one!

I tend towards the stout.
My stout boots will walk me anywhere!

This poem has no hook.
But I can crochet quite well with one.

18th April 2016

Day 16 (A list of questions to be answered either real or imagined. I chose Export)

Export: Dreams

They lay flaccid; And empty.
Awaiting packing, on the dock.
Fragile vessels for our dreams.
Exported around the world
For a very pretty price.
A profitable business
Is the selling of our dreams.
We wait in line to fill them.
Waiting patiently in line
to fill these fragile vessels with our joys, our dreams.
We watch them go.
Sold to the highest bidder.
Useless objects of ornamentation to grace a forgotten shelf.
And we lay down,
flaccid and empty upon the docks.
Awaiting packing of our dreams.

18th April 2016

Day 17 (Specialised dictionary was the prompt. I exaggerated with my knowledge instead.)

Marmite

I don't much like marmite.
But I feel I should
For it comes from the art
that eases my anguish
that lays golden in the glass.
Once the isinglass has done its job.
After the mash tun has turned the wort into liquid bliss.
After cared for yeasts have fermented with bubbling joy.
After Humulus lupulus finest flowers
have added bite and dryness.
After malted barley has
chocolated  the sacred liquid.
And the quart poured
 from the handpull,
to the thirsty throat.
That gluop left in the bottom when all is done.
That is the soul of marmite.
And that is what I don't much like.
But I sort of should.

18th April 2016

Day 18 (sounds from home.)

No slang.
No slurring.
No colloquialisms.
No duck, no love, no pal, no mate.
No off t'school
or down t'shops.
to and the always had to have their rightful place.
Perfect central enunciated english only.
And any slurs, slips, or deliberately shortnin' of words
brought a swift clip round the ear,
And a bright smile, full of love.

18th April 2016

Now, what will Day 19 bring...