It’s wet,
It’s sweat.
It’s not;
It’s snot.
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
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It’s wet,
It’s sweat.
It’s not;
It’s snot.
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Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Light me a chulha
For my handsome dulha;
I made him hot chai
But he prefers it coolah.
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Every so often I take off my glasses
And reach for a scrap that is clean,
I polish one lens, and then do the other,
And wonder how dirty they’ve been.
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Make me an omelette covered in cheese,
Green peppers, black olives and cream, if you please.
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Respectable Gus Nibble Gnawsom
Apparels in manner quite awesome;
His trousers of cotton are properly starched
With shirt neatly pressed, and epaulettes arched,
And tan leather boots whose ebony laces
Would help Gnawsom get into elegant places;
His coat lined with taffeta, cuff links of bronze
Do help him to forge the most friendly of bonds;
Apparel that brightens the bearing of Gus,
There never was more handsome a gentlemouse.
Note: It would be most gnawsome to pronounce it gentle-mus, evidenced by the last couplet.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Rosy Mariam Redhijab
Loves to eat corn on the cob,
She likes it with butter, she loves it with salt,
And washes it down with a butterscotch malt.
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Don Dalrymple had a dimple
In his little chin;
You hardly ever saw it ‘cept
When Dalrymple would grin.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Snaps his fingers, taps his toes,
To the bathroom Johnny goes.