A London Bus

A London bus is like...

a summer storm

You wait months for a single drop
All of a sudden, the road's aswarm

A London bus is like...

a buzzing busy bee

Its roaring engine pisses you off so
That you wish you could kick it and flee

A London bus is like...

a piece of modern art

Curious tourists flock to admire it
Only to discover it's falling apart

A London bus is like...

a red herring

You follow the timetable and route map
It gets diverted. All routes are erring

A London bus is like...

a misleading Italian signpost

Your heart's lifted when you spot one. Alas!
It reads "Not in Service", but means "Get Lost!"

A penny a day, Keeps 'em millions Away!

I splashed 130 pounds today
On clothes and a pair of shoes to my dismay
In H&M's fat belly the money went
And I handed over my wallet's content
At this rate if I carry on this way
My fortune will never see the light of day
May even end up living in a tent
When all my pennies and wealth are spent
I'll never grace Forbes' Richest Array
But I doubt I would even care to say
That I regret not being among the elect
Because Dad said that it's not a defect
For money's there to burn into a ray
Of sunlight and brighten up a gloomy bay

Cafe Philo

*Nazim is another lovely friend of mine. We met in London and he is the first Azeri person I ever met. He likes Persian poetry but I think he won't know what hit him when he reads my poetry - it's just so exquisite, isn't it.*

Today Nazim asked me to go
And share some time in Cafe Philo
I said No
Because my computer said Nooooo
He got upset and so
I wrote him a note to show
That he shouldn't feel low
And all this happened a second ago