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

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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

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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

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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
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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
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A Pinch of Salt

My breakfast eggs, like my world
Were looking rather bland
In need of of some enhancing
Maybe salt could lend a helping hand

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