27 Sept 2005
Death. By bad breath!
On my way back home, amidst slight aroma of looserish farting travellers [ !! ], I managed to write 3 poems! This is the one I think is best.“How long till we get to York?”
He said while eating strips of pork
“22 more minutes and then we’re there”
I breathed out, in great despair
He died on the spot
I knew not why
It wasn’t painful, for he didn’t cry
The reason he died, now I can pick
It’s just – that day I had been eating
Onions and garlic.
P.s. Aisha! I miss yewwwww!!
zaza at 8:29 pm
6comments
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at September 28, 2005
said... COOL!!lol very nice n funny know now how they feel after my dose of cream n onion pringles :P
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at September 28, 2005
Crazed Teacher said... awwwwwwwwww nice poem and aish i miss u too haah, hows taahus chest??? is it getting better is he taking the honey regularly with garlic oops i mean ginger
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at September 28, 2005
said...
loL!so cool!like..umm...ogden nash?
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at September 28, 2005
Niqabi said...
LOL!!!!
Subhan'Allah...awesome work of humour girl. hahaha im still laughing trying to imagine the scene, lol
And I miss Aisha too. Honestly I do.-
at September 28, 2005
said...
u should hav a warning sign...
BEWARE OF BREATH..
COULD CAUSE DEATH..
OR BURN THE FLESH..-
at October 01, 2005
said...
hehehe...that was funny... nice one I want more!