Thick and Thin Accent
The queue was moving quite fast
And the air couldn't be blamed
for our sweat but the Sun
Which manifested harshly the bright of day.
Next, Next, and Next
The sales girl went on happily
with her life in sweat and smiles
And soon I knew my name will be changed to;
'Next'
And it did change indeed.
It was a city of supermarkets
And drivers slept like loons in taxis
that hanged...
Wednesday, 30 December 2015
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
Bon Voyage
Sailors without north,we are
Reclaimed by the sea
Cursed by those who can wait
Dancing with our sacred boots
And giving tongues to blessed hyms of;
Bon Vovage.
The crew without a captain, we are
On deck, all hands
Make fast the bunt gasket
On the mast,a port is seen afar
We take...
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