Triolets

Now, those who thought I could write only sentimental, psychedelic, heart-broken, love-soaked, fueled-by-lonely-nights poems, might like to change their opinion after reading the three triolets that I have to offer today, clubbed aptly in the category of the good, the bad and the ugly.

The Good

Mummy, I will return.
But let me leave now.
Of course I’m your only son.
But let me leave now.
I should step out and learn.
I beg you, please allow.
Mummy, I will return.
But let me leave now.

The Bad

Yes, I killed your cat;
never liked it anyway.
It was ugly, it was fat.
Yes, I killed your cat.
Why did it enter my flat?
Thought it could get away?
Yes, I killed your cat;
never liked it anyway.

The Ugly

I am horny, I need sex.
Hell, where is she?
I so much miss my ex.
I am horny, I need sex.
My bedroom in the duplex
It’s just so empty.
I am horny, I need sex.
Hell, where is she?

PS: I was encouraged to compose these by Ammani. You could write few too. It’s fun. And, no, there is no rule which says you HAVE to write three at a time. That was just a little extra from my side. 🙂