Fun with the dictionary !

A stoopid stOOpid poem about one of my multiple personalities ...her name's ZannyAnn Zapedzki...she's a krrrazyie Kat this one ...

Everyday I scale new heights of


And to claim it freely I have the


Of tact and sense I always face



My mind always tends to


Tried to get sane like a thousand times


Success did come but was flawed by its

Am a social hazard , been termed a




Cuz I pushed my shrink to the brink of




I’m rude; I don’t care for any



In fact I’m the epitome of



I love to write self-deprecatory



Cuz I’m a tad masochistic

With malice towards one and all

This is a mock macabre poem I had written for my co-blogger Adveith's blog when it was called 'With Malice Towards One And All'.Its name had to be changed due to objection from Mr.Khushwant Singh to the posting of such absolute crap under the name of his famous column.It is now called 'Third World, Fourth Estate !!!!!!!'

Also please check out the video of the poem ...

Come all ye faithful readers
Wait your turn to be mortified
Watch as we hone our spiteful jests
To pique you and deride

For an iota of pity
In vain you wring our hearts
We spare no one whatsoever
Our sharp malicious darts

Let our sordid intents be known to all
And our sinister bent of mind
In the farthest reaches of our hearts
It’s only hatred that you’ll find

Cringe as we spew slander
Writhe as we scandal spread
No mercy shall we show anyone
For our souls have long been dead

We loathe the virtuous and pious
The ungodly we laud
We’re the guardians of evil
And Satan is our lord

We’re such a plague of malevolence
As no one can forestall
Till eternity this earth we shall walk
With malice towards one and all

The Woods

Oh won’t you come away with me
to the woods beyond the hill?
Spirits there unbridled are
from the ties of cruel life’s drill

Let us insouciantly sprint
under vaults of verdant boughs
And chase the whistling whirlwind
that sinuously through foliar drapes soughs

The arbor adorned with gossamer snares,
spun by busy spinnerets
How it dapples our smiling faces with gold
as the sun rises o’er green turrets

The flowery soffit that hangs above ,
it mingles with the bower
And when kissed by a gust of wind ,
rains down in a fragrant shower

The silken carpet of lilac and violet ,
sprinkled with scarlet and rose
Beckons our tender toes to tread
towards the meadow where it rolls

And in the spinney beyond the meadow
crickets incessantly chirr
Lightsome willows in merriment dance,
around them dragonflies whirr

Songbirds warble and twitter and chirp,
their sweet songs rent the air
Flocks of them pass us, their wings aflutter
seem to take with them our cares

Lilting brooks down the hills gush with verve,
swish and swirl in harmony
How soothing to our tired ears
is this silvan symphony

When the golden orb above us hangs,
everything’s awash with glitter
The pond that by the oak tree lies
is filled with gilded philter

Let us take a magic draught
of this potion mesmerizing
And lie upon flowerbeds in dreams lost
until the moon starts rising

The dark pond now a crescent reflects,
the woods are calm and still
Sidereal clouds on us stardust sprinkle
and our hearts with sweet love fill