Colours don't matter anymore

A red pen in hand,
Strumming the tabletop as if I were in a band,
Thinking of things that would make many people cringe,
Remembering Francis Drake - the kings beard he did singe.

Distracted!
The tip of my pencil retracted.

I've built this wall around me...
I'm sitting snug, almost as if awaiting the kings decree
My degree's still pending
I might as well switch lines to vending :)
Be it food and drinks,
Or even skates beside the Ice hockey rink


I don't think so often....
But then its not everyday that you'll see a coffin
I grin to myself every now and then
I wonder what to do with the next lot of ten

I'm turning colourblind
The pens blue not red
I hope you don't mind
After all... you see... I'm not really Ted!
If i was.. I'd be the one who was dead

Hold Up!

My thoughts were put on hold
My rhymes must have grown all cold
I watched others eat
While i attended the meet
Left halfway
Right down the old pathway
Out of touch
The expenses are just getting out of clutch
Some area there
A new mare to dance in the fair
Somethings just happen
Others tend to cause the pace to slacken!

The Chees I chose

There are these..
And there are those :)
There are men
And there are mice...
If they are ten
They're sure to have lice...
There are geese
The sight of which causes some to wheeze
There are times to commit crimes
Time to sit and clean up the grime
Somethings just work
Some theories in darkness forever lurk
Like i said there are these
and there are those...
and theres the cheese
That just melts down to your toes :)