Pre-Sleep

Pre-sleep,
Like drinks,
Comes before
Sleep;
That's not to say
That sleep
Is weak
But they can't
Both come first.

On-Screen Keyboard

On-Screen Keyboard
Makes typing a chore
The words take so long
This poem's a bore
Click, click, click, click
Time after time
He soon starts to wonder
If it's worth finishing
This rhyme

Discuss.

Sesame Oil

Sesame oil
Makes budget noodles
Less of a
Toil
Brought to the boil
Any plan to foil
His enjoyment of
Such cheap flour
Coils
Is rendered useless, with
Sesame oil

The manner in which the author places emphasis on verb 'toils' and later the concrete noun 'coils' by attributing each word with their oen respective line, suggests that these lexical devices are of tantamount  importance within the verse. If one were to read the poem with a critical focus on its allusions to modern society, it could perhaps be inferred that the 'Toil' of which the author speaks is in fact referring the toil of mankind, which through all its hard work, only ever 'Coils': perhaps alluding to the concept of a closed loop system in which no progress is ever made but rather that which exists already within said loop is purely sustained. The structure of the verse, both beginning and ending with the words 'Sesame oil', reinforces the idea of a loop, whilst also bringing a reference to Western society's dependence on 'oil' into the poetic commentary.

Horsefly

Suckle at my knuckle
A horsefly or two
Human blood for them
Seems the perfect brew
When they've had their fill
Their bellies quenched
My knuckles're left red raw
Like an overworked wench

Drunken Fall

Whilst under the influence
Of many intoxicants
He falls on his face
With flair and grace
The impression left
Is at it's best
A a gruesome display
Which would leave many
In dismay
Blood on his chin
And a bloodied grin
Nose swollen like a
Mirinda can
At least falling on his face
Protected his hands

The author is quite clearly making a decisive and critical point regarding the state of the modern youth, and through references to the use of 'intoxicants' in such a negative light, crafts a verse of a foreboding nature. The moral of the story is enticingly potent through its simplicity: alcohol is to be avoided if one is to avoid injuring their nose to the point that it resembles a 'Mirinda can'.

Birthday Day

Birthday day
Hip hip hooray
Although in his eyes
He'd much rather stay
'nineteen forever'
Rather than age;
Twenty's plenty
That's agreed
A beer and a curry
Is all that he needs