The Romeo Gunner

They won’t stop I mean my friends May be, we won’t stop Think that is better But for my Gunner friend Charming light-complexioned Fine boy, we all know A smooth talking orator An Engineer with a rare wisdom With a posh car to cruise Heaven was let loose on them his preys A Gunner indeed, Lost count of his prey cousins. Cock barely crows Before he landed on this day Defying the heavy down pour To come to a friend slaughter-alter Smiling radiantly . . . un-endlessly Suddenly became nice unusually Why? Oh! He came for his prey cousin She it who is at a friend’s wedlock. His prey cousin whose name I know not For her, he salivate . . . savor to Romeo But he already has a Juliet The one he ringed five moons ago A dark-complexioned Queen He ignited with a protruding belly. Oh! On this day for the prey He looked sportingly smart In a Jean, T-shirt and a fez cap He waited endlessly for his cousin. Feigning to be calm But obviously not cool Despite heavy clatter of water above For he desires desperately To run gun shot on his cousin What kind of cousin is this? He paces round the Abattoir room As her voice echoes in his ear “I’m sorry, I’m coming Please, wait for me love I’m still in the wedding”. Perturbed, yet pretends not disturbed For there was no sight of her He hissed countlessly It was five hours past noon Before I yawned twice Time ran off me like a wild fire Darkness took over the firmament It dawned on the Gunner No cousin prey to gun down today A brighter day for the potbelly Juliet It was a bad day for the Romeo Gunner.