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Monday, June 22, 2009
Been waiting—longing—for the day Did everything short of pray Now it's here at last, yeehah! yay! First rain! Labels: kaiku
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Pot-bellied clouds flirt with the sun "The monsoon's here!" we say, "What fun!" Then, to the east, the bastards run No rain Labels: kaiku
Monday, June 08, 2009
See here, I ate my fruit and all Ignoring eggs and bacon's call Dinner was clean: sprouts and dal* St Pete! *You must say 'dal' the Anglo-Indian way, to sound like "doll." Labels: kaiku Breakfast at two? You lazy sod! You're no go-getter, you're a fraud! Your parents must have spared the rod! Gerrup! Labels: kaiku Another day I live to tango Pomegranate, muesli, mango Breakfast is done, now go man go To work Labels: kaiku No more worries about inflation, discrimination, state of the nation No more depression or elation Now that I'm just an eructation This was in response to Amit Varma, who in response to my Facebook status message (which was "Peter Griffin can feel some nonsense rhyme coming on."), commented: Monster called up Mommy Dear More from Facebook, where, in addition to Mr Varma, Mr Basu chips in, as does Anupama Bijur: who is stirring stormclouds rowdy? who meets angels and says howdy? who makes squiffy skuas squelch? Peter Griffin, zen-like belch bless you, peter und samit. Amit's monster would've been a cow And we all know, from science class, how These ruminants regurgitate their chow Ozone b 'ware! I'm the "me" in "methane" now Sure, a burp's a noxious gas But worse things could have come to pass One could have been mere bio-mass Expelled with force from the cow's, um, other end. Peter G, most kind and gracious Now turned into products gaseous! Amit Varma! Blackguard! Thief! With your pets we have a beef. Griffin, Basu and Varma on Facebook Together a bio-patent took, Gobar, biomass or hot air, Further verses will share. Samit, Peter, do not jump To conclusions with a bump The Monster in question is not bovine And yes, Samit, Peter's quite divine. Ok, I'll tell you another fable Monster sat down at the table Shouted, "Mommy, just for Amit I think I'll also consume Samit." The Monster did not cherry pick Consumed Pete, Amit and Samit And down in his intestine, They continued to talk in rhyme. Alas! This monster du jour Observes the rhyming Ms Bijur, Consigns her to chambers gastric And then sights the Duck Fantastic I say, 'hey, you, monster, look,... Read more Want to star in my next book?' While the monster grimly ponders, I strike! With the Beak of Wonders! Spotting, on the corpse's paunch-o The inscription 'I am Sancho' I realize, as I suspected, That fiend Varma stands detected! Soon as I, now Case Inspector, Construct my Zig Ressurector, Spend all monies in my wallet To turn Zig from gas to solid, We'll be back, a duo most deadly Fight this Varma/Monster medley, And then say, 'Hey! Ma Monster! Dammit! We fed your son your friend Amit.' Samit, I like your imagination I'm sure it'll help my friend's digestion The Monster really liked young Peter (Especially his sense of meter) But still, the lad caused him some heartburn... Read more All night it was turn, and twist, and turn But now he'll have you with cold milk And other poets of your ilk Such as Ms Bijur (pleased to meet you) Yes, sweet lady, you'll be eaten too. The beast stirred awake on Sunday Bloated from his feast yesterday And seriously pondered Samit’s offer To star in his next book on Monsters. ... Read more Thought he, `Three-poets-and-the-lady mix, Not as good as my own iambic. Besides the courses came in the wrong order Where was the hors d’oeuvre?’ `Next time, come one at a time, Take a token, stand in line We’ll have to pair you with a wine, I stand on ceremony when I dine.’ `Amit would’ve worked with guacamole Samit would’ve done instead of poulet Peter is as good a sorbet You see, I’m quite the gourmet.’ So Samit, I wish to decline The offer to star in your set of rhymes I’m ready for a food show, I am, With none other than Anthony Bourdain. `Heston may have his molecular gastronomy, I have secret recipes from my Mommy And with Peter Griffin, Who needs liquid nitrogen? ' Labels: nonsense
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Now that this issue is done (done!) We thought we would have some fun (fun!) But at our head is a gun (gun!): Next issue! Labels: kaiku
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Our kaikus we had no time to do Scrabble suffered grievously too And books we bought are still enqueued Deadlines! Labels: kaiku |
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who's the ozone layer solution?
who makes regal eagles chirp?
Peter Griffin, sentient burp.