Bored and angsty today, I was easily ticked off by the unnecessary fuss over what I would like to eat. Here is me, out of that inspired mood-state, trying my hand at a clumsy triolet.
Some days the only meal you can muster up is a 2 minute maggi noodle poem.
Everyday that existential dread
What, oh what, must one eat?
soup or roti, anda bread
Everyday that existential dread
one day we shall be dead
done for someone else's meat
Everyday that existential dread
What, Oh what, must one eat!
what oh what shall we eat!! This really touched a sore spot, Deepti :D
ReplyDeleteIt's worse when one is in-charge of what's to eat. :)
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