A Beautician's Friendly Warning

"The peaks

Of my cheeks

Shine

I have neither

A wrinkle 

Nor a line

Fair Youth 

At the moment

Is mine.."

"But Those creases

That hush

Soon enough

Will make a rush

If You don't get

your facials 

On time!!"

The Killer Quill '03

O what did I know,

My written word

Would pull me down so low

My artistic cravings

On bits of paper

Would shame me

My pen would become

Mightier than the sword

And ten times as sharp.

Virtues of Unaffordability

My intoxicant
Is measured
And every bit
Savoured

Despite the craving
I cannot binge
Addiction at the moment
Cannot be my thing

For my pocket
Deters it all
By remaining stern
And  small.

A Strange Case of Love To Hate

A strand of hair
In my food
Made me balk
Made me puke

But in my scalp
When it had stood
I loved it more
Than I ever could!!