Thursday, February 9, 2012

Day 40/366

To the one who made me smile,
On many a drunk nights,
Who caught me calling a guava a cheeku,
The one who always has a light.

The fat boy of the grade,
My on-off gym partner,
You'll be thin one day,
If you stop playing DOTA.

This silly rhyme's for you,
Oh, self-claimed good cook,
Please make me some dinner-
I judge on taste, not looks.