The Yellow Tram With A Red Scar

 

As I take a stroll every evening

There in those woods so green

I watch come to me from afar

A yellow tram with a red scar

 

The tram comes from a future

I conceived in the past

A world with a bloody culture

I once designed to last

 

Now as I board the tram

I journey to my end

For my future is a sham

My death’s a trend

 

But the tram changed course

And travels back in time

For my past’s the true source

Of each and every crime

 

The tram moves fast

And the woods go brown

As I reached my past

I got down with a frown

 

It took me some time

I righted my past

I cremated my crime

Returned at last

 

As I strolled the after evening

Within my mind ever so green

I perceived a thought afar

Yellow, but without a scar.

How To Make An Omelette?

 

Step 1

Pick up a stone

Aim well at the hen

Now the egg lies alone

As the bird flies away in pain

 

Step 2

Pick up the egg

Put it in your handbag

Let the chick-less hen beg

Let the childless mother nag

 

Step 3

In the frying pan

Heat the oil a little late

Sprinkle some salt if you can

Crack the egg and fry the omelet

 

Step 4

Serve the delicious omelet

With some green chili sauce

On a pretty looking glass plate

As another mother awaits a child loss.