Suddenly something…
(To be sung to the tune of the Byrds classic… from the Forrest Gump soundtrack…)
An Ode to Second Year:
To everything – snore, snore, snore
There is a season – yawn, yawn, yawn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be drunk, a time to pass out
A time to grass, a time to sleep
A time to proxy, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything – flirt, flirt, flirt
There is a season – ramp, ramp, ramp
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build CV, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to oops out
A time to cast away clothes
A time to gather (NID) women around
To everything – snore, snore, snore
There is a season – yawn, yawn, yawn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of rum, a time of gin
A time of porn, a time to grin
A time you may bump
A time to not mug
To everything – snore, snore, snore
There is a season – yawn, yawn, yawn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain weight, a time to lose breath
A time to bunk, a time to screw (facchas)
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it’s not too late!
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Dear Shortstory writer ( or is it wud be),
U r a gifted dude
What u write is thumping good
I believe ur stories too will be fun
Let me read them when ur done
Hope they will leave all begging for more
Mail me fast what u have in ur store
u can reach me at rai_m1@yahoo.co.in
hey anonymous rai
u got a penchant for rhymes too…giv it a try.
as for sidin .. ur ode’s gr8
keep writin…u sure got more than a trait.
good tht ur second year promises some peace, but for me its time to battle out with this grwlin menacin CAT …
ll stay tuned to ur ramblings…take care
u too rai …
u dont have it. no sid. stay away from poetry. hands off.
must be the food fredo mooligth combo.
iw
i so agree with iw. really, that was sad.
stick to prose.
please!