Monday, November 17, 2008

“ICE”

“ICE”

The casino is a place that is nice
With many an ingenious device
Working with cubes called dice

To enter in you pay a high price
And try your luck at many a vice
Also treat yourself to whisky on ice.

Head infested with lice
And home with mice
I lure others with fragrant spice.

Bread or cake, it’s only a slice
Sometimes even a bowl of rice
At times it’s the same thing thrice.

1 comment:

Zain Ashraf said...

brother i dont think u shud post these kind of like short poems on this blog. this has nothing to do with the purpose of this blog
plz dont mind brother :)
thats the way i feel it is and if u disagree with me u can comment me back
i'll welcome it
regards.

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