The Other Side of Life

Today's prompt:  The  Answer Prompt – A poem that is an answer to another poem or prompt It feels like I brought this upon myself. Since I wrote fancy math problems yesterday, here are fancy math answers to questions noone asked. To know the rate at which you are putting on weight While you're stuck at home, lying in food coma state. Let X  be the measure of how much your weight has grown. Let Y  be the number of days of lockdown, Differentiate X with respect to Y, Look at the answer and weep a silent cry. However, if you are tackling the problem of stockpiling, May I suggest a simple equation that shall soon have you smiling? Count the number of stocks you already own, Now take some post-its and sit in a room alone. 1 post-it for each item and start writing how grateful you are, You'll soon realise the pointlessness of the trip to the bazaar. On the subject of social distancing, here's my two cents, It's not math, it's just plain old common sense. Every time yo...

Today's prompt:  The  Question Prompt – A poem that is also a question. Max marks: 100 Time: 15 minutes Instructions: Go crazy. Question 1 Diane started her quarantine on a Wednesday, She thought it was day 1 of vacation in a way, But 2 days later, work from home started, And the concept of weekday and weekend departed. If weight gain during work from home is twice the normal rate, A week from Wednesday, what's the % gain in her weight? Question 2 Tom checks his stocks, he has 10 bags of flour and rice, 20 packs of toilet paper and a huge fish slice, 4 packs of chicken and 8 cans of baked beans, A few bottles of sanitisers and a lot of greens. If in a minute, a mice can chew 2 fists of grain, How long before Tom has to stock pile again?  Question 3 Jim goes to the supermarket to buy some stocks, But the social distancing rules leave him in a flummox. There are 3 people in the queue standing 1m apart, But 5 more are browsing for more stuff in the mart.   If in every 5...

Today's prompt:  The Forgotten City – Poem about a place in Singapore that no longer exists This is a hard prompt because I haven't stayed in Singapore long enough to know what no longer exists, so feeling a bit lost here. The only thing I know that no longer exists thanks to the lockdown is my daily trip to the office. So, at the cost of ruining this prompt entirely, that's what I will write about. And also, decided to try out limerick style, because why not ruin a ruined poem even more. Days like these make me think of deep stuff Like how normalcy is not rated highly enough, I miss silly things like catching bus number 36, Watching hoards of people rushing for their daily office fix, Back in the day, when getting a cab without a surge was tough. When standing in queue for lunch was a complain, And not finding a table without chope was our idea of big pain, What I would do to get back to those days, I promise, I won't complain, I'll mend my ways. Just somehow...

Today's prompt: The Private Investigator Prompt This mystery must be solved once and for all, To save the future generations from running again into this wall. We must settle this story today, Inner Sherlock, take it away! Here are the clues I have gathered so far, There's a road for sure, not sure if there's a car. The main suspect is the pompous chicken. And here's where the plot really starts to thickens. In a completely uncharacteristic, unexpected episode, The chicken unnecessarily decided to cross the road!! What got into it? Why did he run? Did he want to get away or was it for fun? The trigger could have been the KFC on this side, He probably didn't want to look Kentucky Fried. Or maybe he wanted to go where no chicken has gone before, So his name becomes a part of glorious folk lore. In the interrogation, though, he maintained a cold face, Said, "You do know you are not the first to try this case?" I replied, "I am not falling for your stupid...

Today's Prompt: The Unsung Prompt - Write a poem inspired by an obscure historical hero I stood outside 221B Baker Street, Told myself, no more cold feet. It was time to get myself the due credit, Enough of this, it's time someone said it. "Elementary, my dear Watson", Sherlock quips, Pushing me more into the shadow of his eclipse. Fine, he is a genius, I never said no, But to be so patronising, just for a show? You know, I do hold a doctor's degree, He ain't got nothin' on me. I served in the army in hard terrain, What does he have, other than a (somewhat) sharp brain? I deserve a spinoff show of my own The good doctor who saves the world alone. Using my brains to solve medical cases, Helping the Lestrades of the world in criminal chases. Maybe saving lives in operation theatres too Can you do that, Sherlock? I'm guessing no. Pooh. Oh my god, wait, that's my agent calling me. Exciting news, I'm now a doctor on Grey's Anatomy. :-/ Written f...