Boyfriend :: the Seranilla
You are friend, not old,
neighbour's grandchild told.
let's go for a walk
we'll sit on that rock.
And you'll tell story,
not on king's glory.
You'll continue till
evening, and it's chill.
She had lot of plan;
Don't know how I can
keep on to please her
afraid of her blur.
To fulfil her wish
practising to whish
or walking in squish
learn to swim with swish.
If fail to comply
lose rank of wise guy.
Threat to this boyfriend
if tries to contend.
It's become habit
to hear that rapid
call follow me, walk
fast, fast to that rock.
~x~
Copyright © Pratap Roy | Year Posted 2020
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