Sunday, May 16, 2010

A dime to kill for!

My words do not rhyme,
Not because it is a crime,
But due to a lack of time,
And the lousy clime.

You feel for the slime,
And snub the sublime,
All that I want is a dime,
For, I am in my prime.

Nonetheless, I will climb,
With a bottle of lime,
I will be stained with grime,
But, I hear the bells chime.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Marriage

The bride is one who must sway the broom,
The bride is one who must purge the gloom,
The bride is one who must save her womb,
The bride is one who must never fume,
And for error, there is no room.

The groom is one who must not presume,
That the bride is one who sprays perfume,
The groom is one who must not assume,
For, marriage is but the impending doom,
And for error, there is no room.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The way of life!

When you were a kid, they told you all about life.
When you were a teen, they told you to keep away from strife.
When you were earning, they told you to get a wife.
When you were away, your wife needed a midwife.
When you were old enough, you inevitably went under the knife.
When you were too old, the speculation was rife.
When you were dead, they played a fife.