'Hannah' thought she was a baby blue 'tit',
would 'toot' at dawn searching for a titbit.
Sounded more like a 'tut tut,'
so her 'mama' smacked her but.
Now she goes baa baa, like a 'ewe' misfit.
'Hannah' bought a small 'racecar' for her 'mum,'
but her 'mama' had a very big tum.
At first it was 'wow' and 'yay,'
but then' tut tut' and no way!
Trapped her 'boob', when seat got stuck to her bum.
Categories:
titbit, fun,
Form: Limerick
Locked in, I should count my blessings
cooking, cleaning, playing, having fun
recalling good olden rememberings
the things we could not do on the run
we always had a 'to do list' gun
whose bullets never seemed to end
this opportunity is a godsend
so let's make the best use of it
till from corona virus, we defend
and step out fearless to restart titbit.
Categories:
titbit, blessing, meaningful,
Form: Dizain
fit teat
titbit
-July 09, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
titbit, food, life,
Form: Footle
Here's a real mind blower, a juicy wee titbit
Ralph Lauren's actual real name is Ralph Lifshitz
Why change it to Lauren
Thought the “shitz” would offend
We never know what's real or if we're kibitzed
Categories:
titbit, inspirational,
Form: Limerick
Life's theatre, tears and faces
Dreams have burnt with silent stories
Hit in back with shot or lances
Idols die without their sorries
Smoke of drugs syringe injection
Stars are putting out in spirit
Take guitare and drums, make action!
Bear illusion just like titbit.
They are known and they are famous
Gods of word and restless sinners
They will die in wealthy palace
They can't breathe, but they are winners.
Turn around and walk in glory
Choose the fame in eyes of sponger
There's black card I'm really sorry
Be the idol, sting them stronger.
Life's theatre, life is title
Our reason is defeated
Turn to me your back, my idol,
I will hit, because you need it.
Categories:
titbit, allegory, celebrity, death, irony,
Form: Lyric
In the fading evening light, a busy fly,
a busy bird in cloud, searches for
something tasteful: an army
helicopter passes overhead;
it’s young pilot sweats and thinks
of love, not seeing the bird the fly,
or tasty titbit, below.
The helicopter, the bird, the fly
all flying, buzzing in synchrony.
Categories:
titbit, nature,
Form: Free verse
Sprawling was he in the roasting sun outside an Indian store.
Shaking and jingling coins in his begging bowl hoping to receive more;
Just as his hunger grew terrible in his begging tummy,
Some rich man gave him a titbit of pizza, it tasted richly yummy.
Though the reek of his shoes was yay stuffy, his raiment soberly tattered –
And his body smelt malodorous but none of that to him ever mattered.
He’d grin wide his pitch yellow teeth and germ-favoured gums, opening his creased hands seeking alms;
And he’d do it over and over and over again, with sweat tumbling from ‘twixt his crying palms.
He’d sing painful songs of elegy, with grime of perspiration and muck on his face;
Weeping solemnly to everyone that passed by the town’s market place –
Alas! His tears recalled where the coins had fled, the coins of pledge of the piteous beggar;
The begging bowl of his coins was grabbed away by a snatcher, a very heartless drabber.
Oh poor crippled Zimbabwean Beggar, his weeping was all in vain,
Cos that rich man was never gonna feed him, again.
Categories:
titbit, social,
Form: Sonnet
Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...
To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...
My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.
But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.
Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.
As she leers like the silver Moon...
I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...
Categories:
titbit, death, depression, emo, how
Form: Personification