Everyday Poems

Here are some mundane things I tried to make interesting by writing them down as poems.

Haiku for the Weekend

A haiku is like
A weekend. Hardly begins
And is then over.

Fruit Fly in Coffee - limerick

I thought to myself, "This fruit fly
In my coffee will drown and die."
But turns out that it
Drank a little bit
And became unnaturally high.

Fruit Fly in Coffee - haiku

I thought the fruit fly
In my coffee would drown, but
It just turned hyper.

Dairy-free "Ice Cream" - limerick+haiku

It seemed easy to make, so I
Gave dairy-free ice cream a try,
But I should have known
From the name alone
That it was a terrible lie.

So then I ate some
Ordinary ice cream from
A shop. It was yum.

Street Pics - haikus

I took a photo
of a pretty lane, and drew
a picture of it,

then took a photo
of the picture so I could
show it to some folks.

A few days later,
I came across the photo
on my computer.

I thought to myself,
"Wow, my picture looks just like
a photo. Yay me!"

But turned out it was
the original photo
I was looking at.

Masquerade Glasses  

My friend is getting glasses.

We were discussing frames
when suddenly, a brilliant
idea to me came.

Those masks in masquerade balls
or ones sold at a fair
could become frames for spectacles
you regularly wear.

They could use one-way mirrors
so the wearer can see
all of the world while hiding his
or her identity.

All those designs and colours!
Oh, wouldn't that be fine!
I'd have a dozen pairs, and I
would wear them all the time.

I'd made this as a decorative mask, but imagine it as a frame for glasses. Cool, right?

Until I have the time to design my own, here are a couple of images I'm borrowing from the mighty internet just to give you a clearer idea.

Resurrection

Hello!

All my fellow bloggers dear
Have written something new this year,
So I suppose
It's time I chose
To try and put up something here.

Because rhyming lines to form a limerick, even one that's in no way remarkable, makes it seem like I put in more effort than I actually did.
Also, not ALL my blogger friends have posted; just most of them.

On new year's eve, I considered writing a line and posting it so I could complete it later and pretend I'd taken the trouble to finish the year off with a proper post. That was before I realized that it would probably make all my future posts a couple of lines long (and not in an awesome way like http://www.dullestblog.com/) and that I'd rather be partying with my friends than writing a half-hearted post.
This paragraph has the word "post" too many times. Post.

If you're wondering about the silent months before new year's eve, here's a list of the exciting events in my life that prevented me from blogging:

1. Nothing.
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(Wait for it . . .)
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(I actually find this symbol annoying when it's used as a spacemaker.)
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*Post. Also my favourite cereal brand ever.*
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2. Hold on, I'm sure there's . . . oh, sorry. Still nothing.
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3. I always think of a third thing when I'm listing stuff. (Thank you, Liz Lemon.)

Now, because I haven't blogged in ages (Wow, I really didn't think it had been THAT long!) and because I feel like I should add pictures whenever possible, I've made a visual representation of the resurrection of my blog.

There. Make of it what you will.

By the way, if I were a dead fish, this is how I would want to be treated:

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Ramsay rocks!!!!

Writer's Block

Five more hours on the clock

It still goes tick-tock tick-tock

But my hands are numb

And I feel so dumb

Because I have writer’s block.

I bet all of you could tell

Coz those five lines were bad as hell

But here are five more

Okay... make that four.

(Aha, that worked pretty well.)

It plagued many a lord and lady,

And right from Shakespeare to Slim Shady,

People said “Aw fish!

I really do wish

That I could be more like Wayne Brady.”

So instead of getting all sore,

I'll get back in my bed and pour

Hot coffee for me

(For it’s cold, you see.)

And then I shall just sleep some more.

If you're going to be a smart-ass and say they didn't write during the Stone Age, I say to you: EXACTLY!

Inspired by my classmates...

Originally published on: 08/04/2011

She slowly grew thinner and thinner

Because she would never eat dinner

Being the skinniest

She won some lame contest

Where skeletons crowned her the winner.

All the college students rolled

In laughter at her words of gold

Wondering why she

Talked like a baby

And found she was just ten years old

Throughout the world, people would stare

At her lovely poker straight hair

But one day they caught her

And poured on it water

Her curls gave them a massive scare

She spoke with utmost wit and candour

Never did her thoughts meander

But the sad part

Is she was so smart

That no one else could understand her

A friendly informative tower

Who discreetly wields immense power,

She tells funny stories

And makes you feel at ease

But can silence all with her glower

The girl was a bit of a g(l)eek

And a highly organized freak

Always under stress

To make more progress,

Her teenage bones began to creak

Coffee, she says with a wink,

Is a very powerful drink

It makes you go wild

And scream like a child

But heightens your power to think

Her words like most deadly bees stung

Though each witty insult she flung

Was comic and clever.

They knew they would never

Need cutting tools besides her tongue.