Have been fit as a fiddle till late eighties
When a heartless idiot visited my office
To thrust upon me his nasty Friendship Of Heartlessness, mind, it wasn't a gossip
Sure an 'Attack', making scars in my heart
That remains as 'friendforever' in my heart!
Was trembling with pain and I perspired
So profusely that my dress got drenched!
His reasoning: I was never ever bothered
While getting my cholostrol level boosted,
Nor doing any exercise for years ending
And that was the apt time for attacking!
The fellow never bothered to know that
I had really been trapped in an office, that
Dealt with public galore till past eight
At night, all colleagues having been left
My peon and self, without wasting time,
Reached the nearest clinic
A super senior citizen of eighty two fine
Years plus three compressions on spine,
Now, unable to walk, but the Surgeon
Attending on me , but less courageous
One, and who verymuch discouraged us
On any Surgery 'cause I am a eighty plus
Years old heart patient who is useless
And that Ms Anastasia may be kindless
On me for reasons the Surgeon was afraid!
But not courageous enough, he passed
The blame on poor Mr. Anastasia who had
Never met to know if I was fearless or bad!
The news was so contagious that all my Friends and relations alike stood by
The Surgeon and hence I was so helpless
And became a body totally spineless
Which resigned to the ultimate outcome
Of a Living Vegitable for years to come!
But my dear sons had other ideas in mind,
On line consultations with
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