Cadburys, Pickles, and The Red Stuff

#2 Posted by Binifer on March 30, 2001 7:24:18 pm

lightening crashes, frequently on my head

it may seem i`m screwed, can`t ram the dead

i need hunger more than flight this time

i could plunder more than write this time

constipation, burning orifice

black potion, roomie wouldn`t wanna miss

#3 Posted by Ras Siddiqui on March 30, 2001 7:33:46 pm

Is someone having a bad day here?
CHOWK is surely becoming a place where one can
share just about anything.
Welcome aboard N. Khan!

Ras

#4 Posted by perfidy on March 31, 2001 10:47:36 am

she`s not good, she`s rawkin`

#5 Posted by scout on March 31, 2001 10:47:36 am

shouldn`t there be a D rating on this poem.

D for DISGUSTING!

i feel your pain sister but you gotta lay off the caffeine and dairy products.

#6 Posted by Cyra on March 31, 2001 5:02:43 pm

another nonsensical poem on chowk. what else is new?

#7 Posted by Studebaker on March 31, 2001 10:26:00 pm

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#8 Posted by Urstruly on April 1, 2001 10:24:08 am

I liked your poem very much-reminded me of my college days when I used to write cynical, symbolic stories. I think it is a good read as far as the subject matter, content and meaning is concerned. Please do write more and share with us here.

#9 Posted by fuzair on April 1, 2001 2:20:37 pm

My Dear Ms. N. Khan,

Might I suggest birth control pills and lots (MINIMUM of 20-30 minutes daily) of strenous aerobic exercise? You`d be amazed at the wonders that will do for your PMS and spare us having to read your verse.

Best wishes and kindest regards.