There's no going back on our Brexit
And nobody f*cking expects it, With May in position To welcome perdition We live in the hope that she pegs it.
Brexit is 2 days after my 40th birthday. It's beautiful timing. While Britain recovers like a drunk on New Year's Day I'll still be riding high on managing to live forty years without getting maimed, imprisoned or killed. Yay!
Straighten your mizzen and steady your oar
Set sail for the hub of your centermost core Arrive at the middle Unravel the riddle Return to the One and debark on the shore
Confronted by battle Arjuna disputes
But Krishna proposes more pious pursuits Accepting one’s duty With transient beauty Concerned with right action but not with its fruits
Psychic vicissitudes working cross purposes
One thought dissolves and another one surfaces Feelings are fleeting So watch as you’re greeting The many sensations that consciousness furnishes
It really vexes me quite thoroughly
Hellacious housework perpetuity When dishes are washed and done Next meal, more of the same fun Need time for ever flowing poetry !
Years go by, computer skills still lacking
Could study up on learning, but, slacking Painfully appears to me Outdone by smug chimpanzee At the keyboard, I excel at snacking !
You aren't just gold and starlight
You are my every word My dialect, my stanza, my every thought You leave me tongue tied You are my entire language, You make my speech so clumsy All my words are tripping over themselves Just to please you and only you You are my linguist dream, I love to study the poetry in your veins The sonnets in your eyes, The limericks in your lips You are literature incarnate, And I worship you
He told his wife to lose weight real soon
Or else he'd find another to spoon Her curves are so sublime The men praise her in rhyme That day, she kicked hubby out by noon !
This humor limerick is dedicated to all girls and women who have felt so much pressure to lose weight, especially if told to lose weight by their partner in a relationship/engagement/marriage.
There’s a comforting concept of metempsychosis
The spirit moves on while the flesh decomposes But the birth rate’s exceeded So new souls are needed And this is the number one problem it poses
There’s more than one method to meet the divine
The road to salvation is not a straight line Skeptics, recall Worship no god at all While the foolish insist that there’s no god but mine