Oh American Stapling
Don't think you are word smart
let the holy cow, on your face fart,
You are just an american dirt
who has brains under the skirt
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Watching Football
With each twist and turn
And each amazing run
Controlling ball like a delicate urn
Each move giving a warning stern.
I am stuck in my chair like a fern
As for more action I yearn
More and more swear words I learn
Eyes fixed on telly, everything else I spurn.
As player's calories start to burn
Mine gets added on in return
As I drink, gulp and churn
Watching football can be fun.
CR VGA
Rdnr 19/6/08
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Racism, its alive and kicking
Normally i woudn't write this
But people are taking a pisss
Writing poetry with imperialist zest
Proving their inborn mentality as racist
One is this american white crow
Who has proven she is a dumb cow
Hell bent on creating a row
Dumping her racist words on show.
And then there is this british guy
Whatever the cow says, he is ready to buy
Trying desperately to prove he has got a fly
Racism on their list is always high
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Vikram G Aarella says, let the dogs bark
Few dogs barking at an elephant
will not cause it any bother,
Instead of chasing them off
it would do its job rather.
For some, racism is innate
don't argue with them or fight
ignore them like dirt,
they will meet their fate.
With the use of words like yours
you are a real poetry shark,
some are good, some really bad
but, they talk about reality stark.
Let the foxes, wolves and hayenas
along with the dogs bark,
Aarella bhai will be with you
my words you can mark.
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The King Cobra
The king is on the prowl
It doesn't walk, but crawl
Ordinary prey is not in its mind,
Its hunts only its own kind.
It can grow up to fifteen feet,
Swallows its prey whole and neat
Like a lion hunting wild buffalo and striped zebra
The king hunts rat snakes and speckled cobra.
The king is very reclusive and shy,
But when threatened can stand up and
Look at you, eye to eye,
What a spectacle to watch, o' my
You have to see the king atleast once, before you die
.
7/5/06 rokwd CR V.Aarella
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Tasi - My Cat
It brought us so much joy
Was very hairy and was like a toy,
Cute, chubby and a little fat
Its name was tasi, it was my cat.
It had a majestic walk
It was white as a chalk,
Very beautiful to look at
Was tasi, my cat.
Everybody loved it, i bet
For my mom it was really a pet,
She gave it the best food to eat
So adorable was tasi, my cat.
It just disappeared one day
Don't know where it went or which way,
It can't catch even a rat
I was worried about tasi, my cat.
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True Bollywood Love Story
He sees her in the temple
Immediately falls in love with her,
She has come with her mother
He waits for an opportunity to meet her.
He follows her, day in and day out
Everyday he waits outside her home,
She knew him as a local yob
Who did nothing but roam.
He manages to stop her one day
And expresses his love for her,
She was waiting for it all along
They start going out thereafter.
They break into song and dance
Whenever they feel like,
Sometimes in Australia, sometimes Switzerland
Sometimes in a car and sometimes in a bike.
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