Penning a Poem

Back at staring at a blank sheet of paper after long
I thought a nice writing instrument would help move things along
Something expensive might serve as a treat
To enable the mind to writers block defeat

Close, but no cigar

Upcoming celebrations called for a walk to the cigar store
To look up what to stock up on for the humidor
A hand rolled fat boy stuffed with the finest  tobacco
Worthy of Churchill, Castro or Roosevelt Theodore

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Jeans

Many of you will know what this means
When I say I remember the days of my teens
Wanting to be like James Dean
In a short-sleeved tee & indigo jeans

Those were the days of simple blue
5 pocket denims without much ado
You could run them ragged and threadbare
Scuffs and stains, but never a tear

Arty Farty

One thing is absolutely crystal clear
I don’t have the smarts for art
But when the wife’s commanding voice calls, “dear?”
I run along to play my part

H2Ohhhh…

A hot summer day it was
My throat, it was parched
After a brisk evening walk
In search of drinking water I marched

Fun with Fungus

Foraging for a fungus in a forest
Makes for a nice alliteration
But it’s hard, backbreaking work
Which lazy me would ordinarily shun

Tea is for Trouble

Mostly a coffee drinker
I look forward to some infrequent tea time
My last such occasion
Is the reason for this rhyme

Revenge of the Pepper

Woke up one day to a challenge very silly
To test my ability to imbibe hot chilli
I’m Indian, used to spice, bring it on
Man, I’d live to regret the day I was born

Bubbly & Brandy, Not So Dandy

I’m going through a Francophile phase
Cultivating refined French taste
Drinking no water, champagne instead
No roti-subzi*,  but caviar on lightly toasted bread