The gears that should be working
Should be cranking out the stuff
But they’re busy turning turbines
And they have no time for fluff
So forgive my lack of update
And instead accept this rhyme
And if you enjoyed reading it
And if you have the time
Feel free to leave your own verse
Don’t feel shy you guys
It’s Sensei’s Rhyming Rumble,
And you may win first prize!
(wah wah wah)
(mukarrar mukarrar)
And to get the poultry…err…poetry juices flowing, here are some classic poems that have been recited in my house since time immemorial. Well, here are two that don’t require too much censoring anyway… What can I say, I have two brothers. :p
There once was a man from Pakistan
Who had six fingers on each hand.
He said, “This is great,
But I’d rather have eight!
If I cut two in half, then I can.” –Aniraz/Momma
There once was a man from ‘Pindi
Who habitually et too much bhindi*
And too many greens
And way too much beans.
Of course, they made him, uh…you know.
He broke his wudu a lot, ok? –(Anonymous)
