Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Caferati's Godawful Poetry Fotnight- a baker's dozen of days- begins today.

Well, Godawful poetry to me would mean forced rhymes, trite emotions and just generally...bleh.

Godawful Poetry Fornight has begun
Time to let blessedly go, tum tum.

Kaminey liked, like called to like
Earfuls the next day, let's strike.

Boredom wars with logic here
How to writers keep me there.

Maids and cooks made havoc
Gym gayi, cleaned bugs adhoc.

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