If you need a shoulder to cry
I am here
If you need a mouth to converse
I am here
If you need an ear to listen
I am here
If you need an arm to hold
I am here
If you need some space
Well um then I am not here
That’s a Stretch
You have a big heart
For a reason
Inflated by the pressure
Of trying to contain
An overweight lover within
Then There Were None
Ten men out to dine, soon they were down to
nine; nine men lost their head, one of them
dropped dead; eight men left to fight, now
they were a man light; seven men
decided to play, one fellow ran
away; six men crossed the
road, one of them
got bored; five
men took
a
boat,
one of
them couldn’t float;
four men jumped in
a sea, out came only
three; three men picked a card,
one guy cried hard; two men had
no clue, one of them lost his shoe;
one man wept alone, turned into a dry stone;
oh the poem is done for then there were none
God and Mayfly
God says, “Once you turn into an adult, you will have approximately twenty-four hours to live. Is that clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“That’s not a lot of time. So you better be quick about finding a mate. Clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“Like all other creatures, you also need to survive being eaten by other creatures. Or by deadly natural circumstances. Clear?”
Mayfly nods.
“If you fail to reproduce within this short span of time your species will go extinct. Clear?”
Mayfly nods again.
“Well, don’t just stand there nodding your head at everything. Don’t you have a question for me?”
Mayfly picks up a quill and scribbles on a dry leaf
NO MOUTH
Mayfly’s Speed Dating
A mayfly
May fly
May not fly
But it will
Definitely
Find a mate
Make love
Reproduce
All in a day’s time
Self-Illuminating Love
I wrote this poem to tell you, girl
How you simply light up my world
Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night
You make everything seem so bright
When you are gone, this silent room
Turns into a picture of gloom
So I urge you to sit and stay still
For I cannot afford my electricity bill
Unfinished Business
I have a feeling that this is not the end
Not everything between us is over, my friend
I have a feeling that you will reach out to me
After all I still owe you a hundred you lent me
That Empty Hollow Feeling
I fail to follow
Why I feel empty and hollow
Because you broke my trust?
Or because I skipped breakfast?
Instant Connection
I know you will never let go of my hand
No matter how hard I try to
Your eyes are filled with charm and
Your palm is full of instant glue
A British Retail Proposal
Wait, Rose; give me a moment or two
I promise aldi there for you
Asda man you want me to
In every lidl thing you do
I’ll always be as I m&s you want me to be
So I’ve got tesco something finally
Will it make sainsbury me?
Frank Solanki 