Santa and the Mrs. went out dancing
They went to the Red Chapel wild prancing.
Swing to the music and humped;
Pulled away, sway round, and jumped.
Pushed, wobble away, looked back proud, glancing.
Santa and the Mrs. partied hearty
Until night lit, busting their humps, smarty.
Woke with aching hangover.
Rudolph, out in the clover,
showing off bright nose, wittingly, arty.
Hey, Santa, running late and feel sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
He drank till room stop spinning.
Smart aleck Rudolph, grinning.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
Categories:
sixer, dance,
Form: Limerick
Santa went out last night dressed as mutton.
Partied too much; was a real butt on.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Threaten to punch in his bellybutton.
You need to deliver the children's toys.
Or you'll ruin the joy for girls and boys.
Sleigh and reindeer are roundup,
Leave Before children wake-up.
Santa mumbled, stop making so much noise.
Feeling awful, asked, give me till sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
Santa drank till he tossed up
His cookies and liquor sup.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
12/7/2020
Categories:
sixer, christmas, drink, pain,
Form: Limerick
I am ... I am the land of Ashoka the Great, of Kwaja E Hind,
Sachin's Sixer, of Sania’s Stoke, of Aryabhata & Abdul Kalam,
Tan sen and AR Rahmans,Lata Mangheshakar & Mohammed Rafi,
of Chanakya & Ghalib, of Amitab Bachan & Shah Rukh Khan,
the Varity in Colors of Holi and the fast of Ramadan, of Bhagat Singh of Ali Brothers
I am the Holi waters that flow into Ganga, the waters that washes at Haji Ali;
I am Tirupati. I am Taj of Hind; land of Mahatma Ghandi & of Tipu Sultan Shadeed
I am the Gem of Green valleys of Kashmir, I am the Coolness at the backwater of Kerala,
I am India I am Indian ... diversity flows in my blood, unity in soul
....................................
Written on India's Independence Day...
Happy Independence Day:)
Hindustan Zindabaad –
Jai Hind
Categories:
sixer, celebration, community, culture, memorial
Form: Free verse
My Hooch
Wounded soldier
Couldn't be wiser
Couldn't be bolder
Road soda
Training wheels older
My sixer
This isn't over
Forget the tipple
Make it a triple
Gimmie the moonshine
Just make it all mine
This is the juice
This is forever
This one's for you
Make you feel better
Is this all booze?
Give me the rest
Too tired now
To give it my best
Giggle-water got me
Went to my head
Open my hand now
I might be dead
Categories:
sixer, allegory, angst, life,
Form: Quatrain
Trade-off
in the school yard-
soccer cigarette cards
equals five stones plus my sixer
conker.
Categories:
sixer, childhood, nostalgia, school,
Form: Light Verse