Whose wine is it, anyway?

An unintelligible verse, Is worse than a curse. A badly worded rhyme, is a literary crime. Instead of rhyming ‘bird', With a word like curd, Some people are plain absurd, And will use lacquered. Poetry is emotion, Expressed through lines, Not word commotion, Going off like mines. The rules of grammar, Have to be in place. So please don't anger, The grammarian populace, By confusing their and there, And misusing you're and your, And using any word anywhere, And thinking your poetry is pure. Big words make not a poet, Hyperboles won't add to the meaning, So when you poeticise please know it, Short stanzas are more appealing.

What I really want to know, Is while her frock flies to and fro, Have you really seen her knees? Her toes are an absolute pleasure, her ankles are fun to measure, Despite all this fun at leisure, I'm a stranger to those knees. She'd rather charm and please, Tantalize, tickle and tease, Than show those blasted knees! And when I tell her so- She'll display her elbow and say "They're just the same, with a different name". Some day in her eyes, lemon I’ll squirt, then quickly tear the hem of her skirt And take a good look at those knees.

The latest Internet fad to clog people's timelines is "25 reasons to know why you should do this" and "10 ways to know that" etc. So,I am going to be an ass (as usual) about this. 9 warning signs that indicate that your friend is dating a non existent person 1)Well ever since they've started "seeing" this person. They've turned exceptionally dodgy. They dodge questions. Back track on answers. Change answers.You'll hear modified versions of the same dates. 2)The person you're friend is "seeing" is exceptionally talented at everything. They're good looking, athletic, gifted etc. Once the football season sets in, they're national level football players. When the election mood is in, they're related (albeit distantly) to political honchos. They play every sport, they've read every book. They run NGO's during the day and party crazily at night. 3)you've never met them or seen they're pictur...

Love is ethereal. Love is kind. Love is surreal And always blind. Lust is snide Lust is proud And lust will hide Dodge and shroud. Love is free It doesn't bind And in most cases Is hard to find. Lust will take And seldom give It will ache And won't forgive Love will heal All previous scars And will drive you To reach the stars. Lust sees the body And not the mind Its pleasures are Solely to flesh confin’d. Love won't fade It won't hurt It won't evade A chance to comfort. Lust won't bother It will leave And only smother Your ability to believe. So now be wise For once & for all in love: you'll rise And lust: you'll fall.