Category: humour
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The samosa forbade
I terrified the world When I told them of samosas
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Rice is my nemesis
Do not tell me it tastes very nice When delivering the verdict upon the rice You know not of the evil grains That are constantly causing me such pain
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The possessive’s biryani
You can question a person’s accent Their twang of a dialect voice You can even enquire about wardrobes And the garment of today’s choice
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50 ways to have your train delayed
There’s a leaf on the track Jack There’s trouble with the train Jane Signals still red Fred Just listen to me
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Making a meal of it
There’s a croissant for my breakfast Spaghetti bolognaise for lunch A Hungarian tart for teatime Danish pastries for my brunch
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The Runners Trap
I am fixated without a doubt Though I try to break free The trench covered over in tar Is the lane that’s running me
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To all the poems I’ve lost before
To all the poems I’ve lost before You were the ones that I adored To remember I’d repeat As I ran across the street To all the poems I’ve lost before To all the rhymes that I thought of In sadness, joy or full of love You kissed these very lips Then I lost you…
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The tea lover’s plot
A rush of wind A storm in brew The marching man Comes into view A brow that’s strained His voice in speed Rapidly sighting ‘There’s no more tea!’ There’s no more tea? Is it really so Has the cup ran dry The pot lost its flow Perforated bags Tell me, is it true Have we…