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

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
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
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
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
A hot summer day it was
My throat, it was parched
After a brisk evening walk
In search of drinking water I marched
Foraging for a fungus in a forest
Makes for a nice alliteration
But it’s hard, backbreaking work
Which lazy me would ordinarily shun
Mostly a coffee drinker
I look forward to some infrequent tea time
My last such occasion
Is the reason for this rhyme
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
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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
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