Designations or The Bee Poem! by Amulya Shruthi

In the season of Prime Minister speculations,
Our Bee can run for these designations:

Writer. Poet. Philosopher.
Dealer of shady dealings.
High-intensity leer-evaporator.
Smasher of nonsense ceilings.

Jane Austen Quote Generator.
Multiple bell-jar defeatist.
The Antoinette of Drama Queenery.
The Nilgiri winds of eye-mist.

The silver shop’s saviour from insolvency.
Perpetual leaver of aunties aghast.
Shaadi.com’s SEO Nightmare.
Wit like the Virar Fast.

Lethal sashayer of saree pleats.
Visual crime police.
Jhola-toting activist
Of “thank you, hello, please?”

Part-time insult generator.
Ball-sac reductionist.
Slice of chilled watermelon.
Male-throat dehydrist.

Vice President of Kickassery.
President of All Things Vice.
Only person to suit red hair.
Retard with modern device.

Zero-contact gut-puncher.
Explosive without a switch.
The last bastion of English and grammar.
High priestess of bitch.

About Amulya Shruthi 

Amulya is from the Giraffes of Bangalore Writers Workshop. You can read more work from this brilliant child of mine at Sewn Together.

Thank you, my Animated Milk Powder. You have no idea how much you and this mean to me. And how fabulous this makes me feel. Well, since I cried and laughed when you read this out to me, you probably do. 😉 Hugs.

About Paeans for the Pain

All of BWW is coming together and writing me letters and poems to help me deal with the rubbish pain that is my life. I am, to put it simply, eternally grateful and so absolutely overwhelmed. Love you my animal farm. ❤