Global Warming and Traffic Sense

 I’m Hot

I’m hot said the sun

I replied, a cheeky pun

It sighed and said `you skewed nature’

I’ll make you feel a barbecued creature

I reasoned `I can’t eat or have fun’

Soon, like Christ, I’ll have to bear a fan.

It thundered, you cut the trees, occupied the lakes and chased the birds

I’ll make your skin dark, throats quack and bowels crack.

I pleaded it was my forefathers

It said, natures graves are your homes.

When you can inherit their properties

Pay for their follies

It’s my power play

Lets play, I’m hot and you’re my prey

Traffic Sense

Traffic Sense

What nonsense?

They make their road

Save thy throat

respecting signals is insulting

 to their buffalo skin coating

Quick passage is their birth right

Giving way is your birth right.

Making way for ambulance is prude

Zigzag driving makes them dude

One day with broken bones

A miserable few realize traffic rules

Are not made for fools

Blessed few, being human, powerful

After mowing, human handful

Get sympathy, bail and not guilty paper

Easier than Candy, e-mail and hot jalebi platter