One night under the sun.
There wasn’t really anything.
When it was all meteors and stars.
Limelight was then hogged by Ferrari cars.
One night under the sun.
The poet and poetess got verse and verse.
No commas, no pauses, no apostrophes.
Trust me, it was a night of only catastrophes.
One night under the sun.
The grass just kept getting greener.
Thought the dude, he would do the dope.
Shit, it was just only a futile high hope.
One night under the sun.
She stepped out in her dungarees.
Then people cared no two hoots.
And she got so many boots!
It was so mundane, and Monday.
When it started pouring.
Just then, a tiger came roaring.
There was this footballer.
And next to him was a big bucket.
Got up, and he quickly kicked the bucket.
One night under the sun.
I was looking for the moon.
It was dark, darker and darkest.
Suddenly I realized,
it was actually One night under the sun.
2 comments:
Haha! Random but funny!
this is probably the first time in history that i will not be kicking your butt for writing poetry.
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