Tag: 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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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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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…