Wednesday, June 16, 2004

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!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

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

sumandatta said...

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 ...

Anonymous said...

u dont have it. no sid. stay away from poetry. hands off.
must be the food fredo mooligth combo.

iw

Anonymous said...

i so agree with iw. really, that was sad.
stick to prose.
please!