this is a story of a 6 footer on move,
spiky haired and a stylish groove,
he laughs on skimpy chubby dudes,
sly smiles and and flirting now on truce,
Pink Floyd's lyrics seems the way to live,
Black is the song, black his colour,
cries like a baby,during a laughing stutter,
Football and ayn rand, just for a girl,
avoids the smoke but drinks to hurl,
call it a whiskey or a tequilla in a swig,
can party till dawn, life hanging on a twig,
trance is the night, trance is the day,
romantic in soul, street smart on tray,
technology can take him for a bumpy ride,
all the philosophy is his juggling pride,
popular and infamous at the same time,
trying his words with hers to rhyme,
A for the audi and V for the shots of vodka,
life aint a long story,so as colored as polka,
classes he shall not attend, nor the gym,
lean and lanky, beer belly just near the brink!
surprises and beaches and an anonymous group,
castaway, wild plans to elope with a rocking troop,
and he shall preach in a voice like a barrister,
shy to sing, pranks being the stress buster,
in the end what is left to say,
sleeping teddy, a modern retro Che!
4 comments:
Under all the "constraints", the only comment from my side can be a quote from william shakespeare...
" I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks"
"thanks" is understated.. :P
hmmm..probably..but I don't think anyone has ever put anyone in words as u did with avs...really great..
u guys r just pampering me with compliments.. :blush.. :P
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