Saturday, 3 September 2011

Wine and Other fantasies

This is a blackout poem. I took it from a article on wines from a magazine.



The wine in the bottle, it's aromas and character,champagne.

Each bottle carefully rotated.

The neck dipped in an ice cold solution, then the cap opened, the " dosage" aged in the bottle for 20 years.

If you think that sounds complicate, there's more.

Buy a bottle of non-vintage champagne( the normal kind) you expect it to taste the same as a bottle of grapes

So how is the skill of the wine-maker?
Each year, he makes wine relying on wines stored in the cellar and then,

To create an expensive surprise, I visited Moe.

What struck me most was how he had become a big boy.

Moe makes millions of French lovers.

which is perfectly acceptable.

at a party.

On the other hand i was impressed by Charles the 8th

I enjoyed Charles

He was excellent

Friday, 2 September 2011

Anna Hazare - the spiderman

This is a black out poem taken from article from Mid day. Hope you like it.

While the Khans were Burkha clad
And the government didnt want to grow up
As the sheets spoke the truth
It was time for the freindly neighbourhood

Dabba waalas clinked
While the azad clanked
Change was in the making
As an opinion now clanked

The lokpal is unstopabble
Corruption climbed atop
We were just a meter away
From entering the
Limca book of world records