..and so lil’ sis and me go to this McDonald’s outlet where she orders this strange looking piece of bread. And much to my dread, as if her imagination has no connecting thread , she makes a shape out of it!
Call it a direct result of my stupendoulsy bored state ! But could visualize the “gingerbread man” of kindergarten folkfore out of that bread- shape as my kid sister gobbles away in all her pristine glory ….
The verse :
Run run as fast as you can
Words dance like air near the fan
Can’t we all relate to him?
Mr. gingerbread man with the frigging grin
He’s sweet and crispy on the outside
His doughy soul lies hidden inside
Everyone wants to take a bite
His flavor lingering; his growing spite
Each nibble makes him lose a little more
A slow murder with no real gore
His eyes would be so sad and deep
Not a single promise they keep
The crowd gathers around him now
With glasses of milk from the cow
Spell trouble for this cookie man
Who still runs as fast as he can
But it’s hard to race
When they all want to taste
And his legs have become so very small
Few more nibbles and there will be no legs at all 😦
ps : What in the name of an anaconda’s belly was that ? Simple!Been sometime since I wrote a poem 😉
ps1 :One more short story manifesting itself in my cerebral hemisphere.Will post soon.
ps2 :I actually know how to do the salsa now! 😉
ps3: cottons!cottons! Why is this word incessantly lingering in my head!
ps4 : Could someone please enlighten me about whom tipo went out with 😛 ..or should I start making my own assumptions (for eg., KTN 😉 )
ps5 : TIME is throwing a party .Received my invitation an hour ago.Hahaha ..parties galore for good ol’ urs truly