Category Archives: End of the World

It’s the world, sir,

Not my maths class,

Where I keep counting the minutes,

till the lessons last.


Did you know the time

When the world was born,

You still are guessing,

You can keep guessing on.


But it was as smooth

And patient, sir

As a crawling snail

Or a moving glacier


Then how do you think,

You will know,

When it’s gonna be

The end of the show?


What? A calendar?

Is that the reason you worry?

C’mon, there are better things to think about

Like that chocolate tart topped with cherry

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