Know your sex pest: Libidoptera

There was once an old sugardaddy from Trinidad
Whose non-literary skills are now a bawdy ballad
He entered the race for a poet's chair
And found the world as usual: unfair
Calling a poet 'sex pest',is for his libido a print ad.

Nasty race for a chair

Hunt for the great black buck

Lord Ram once hunted for an illusive gold buck
Lost his love - Seeta, suffered years of bad luck
Now a Rambhakt armed with bow & arrow
His chariot - a sexed up wheel barrow
Is roaming Swiss woods, hunting ill gotten buck.


{Let's hope the trillions are real not mythical. Let's wish him luck}

Modi, Modi I'm through

It's good that leaders catch a stupid phobia or two
Hide behind nets that wouldn't let a shoe through
They know a pair of sneakers can do
What the courts, public outrage can't do
Modi, Modi you dastard, glad I'm finally through.




{Thanks to Sylvia Plath}