Poetry

Spoof

A mischievous grin, a whisper of jest, A spoof that twists the serious to jest. From parodies of pomp to satire’s sweet bite, We laugh at the mimicry, day and night. In

Stack

Upon the desk a quiet stack, A tower of dog‑eared books and paper‑back, Each spine a muted hue of brown and cream, A humble mound where dreams and thoughts redeem. In fleeting

Lever

Ode to the Lever In workshops old and modern halls, A humble lever answers calls. With effort pressed on its long arm, It lifts the load, disarms the harm. The fulcrum stands, a

Nylon

Ode to Nylon In looms of industry the polymer sings, A synthetic fibre, strong and light, Its nylon threads, like midnight’s silvery strings, Weave through the fabric of the day and night.

Amuse

A gentle chuckle, a teasing grin, A witty line that starts within— To amuse is to paint a smile on grey, Turning dull moments into bright‑shed play. In shared laughter we find our tether, A

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