Morning was surely cool and fine,
I got up at half past nine,
Intended to attend a class of mine,
A hell of all that story of sine,
He came and started to define,
Amidst i uttered some words of mine,
He spotted and stressed his adrenaline,
And shouted "get lost through the pipeline",
A sort of chill ran down my spine,
What it resulted was an attendance fine,
In the outer world was a curious line,
All flocks with a similar destine,
We shared a common storyline,
Rushed to have a glass of wine,
Keeping aside the ideals of divine,
Finally i realized it's not decline,
But making the hay while sun shines...
my classmates can understand it better...
4 comments:
i know, you were wronged. And u still wrote a poem on it? Bravo!!
with a rhyme mime that reminded me of my days as a hopeless romantic who rhymed butter with gutter and still didnt even stutter !
The good thing about this poem is that the reader would keep looking out for the next rhyme word and eventually read it to the end :)
yaa...it was a bit difficult to narrate a story in one rhyme...n more than dat ,on the very same day...
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