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Cups of Tea

Cups of tea increase our pleasure.
Moments that we cannot measure
Suddenly turn dark as coffee—
Are we craving English toffee?
Down we go, the house is shaking!
Moved by snow, there’s no mistaking
That an avalanche is sliding
Into places we’d be hiding
Were they splashed with gin or rum.
Aloud we pray: “Let no harm come!”

DISCLAIMER: This ditty is strictly the product of my overactive imagination.

© 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Pimple Ripens Slowly

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The pimple ripens slowly, so everyone can see
That this unsightly blemish is clearly part of me.
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Cancer turns a man to dust.
What is this, if not unjust?
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
Empty your closet, toss out your belts—
With global warming everything melts.
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Is anyone clever enough to measure
The actual weight of the thing called Pleasure?
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My horse will wear silver, my horse will wear gold,
He’ll walk where he wants to, and not where he’s told.
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Your spine belongs behind you, not in front, my dear,
For if your spine were frontal, where would be your rear?

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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