Alas! He fell in a rut
As she was a slut
And there was no choice, but to separate!
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Witty Wilfred from the city of New York
When he left a mess,The waiter made such fussWith chop sticks, he now ate roasted pork
What’s the name of your car, asked Michael
‘What a strange carNever heard of it so far.Your car starts with Tea, all others, with petrol’!
An eighty year old was sent to a jail
Kissed a girl in publicHe injured her tender lipWas seen as an offence of a large scale
As I wondered what I should write
I thought – why not write about poemsThat set me thinking what poems areA poem could be anything, we knowAt best it is distilled thoughts put into rhymeOr a moment caught in timeA window glimpse into the worldAn engrossing passion’s ardent curlA snap shot of scenes from Nature- wildOr a slice of life, birth or…
His mind like a deciduous forest
in the blighting autumnal blast.It is bare – dismally barrenof all memories – sweet and sour.Like a kite afloat in the boundless skymoving nowhere, but as the wind directs,cut out from the past, turned from the presentwith the future yet to surge from the abyssor like serpents intertwining,hissing in turmoil within the brain,unable to sense…
I lay down to sleep
At some unearthly hourWakened up from sleepBy its howls and shrieksI don’t know when itTurned into a tumultuous roarAnd why I failed to noticeThe windows turning on their hingesAnd the doors snap open and shutWhen I woke up, I sawThe land inundatedTrees, arm twistedAnd the leaves still sheddingDrops of tears!