The aforementioned hedonism, strokes caught up wisdom unmatched by bearish grizzled forms artfully adorned who unmatched then seeks the goal, the post is moved like hell-bent verses that sway from lips underneath the stellar waves amber moons have come to fade, the shades dance in cunning bottled knowhow sent abyss, but she renounced the second wish, so one more laceration coming to the kin, akin to whiplash softly brims and send the message soft and clear, the dithery clouds have parted seer.
belligerent beef-willed Barney backpedaled
barefaced backchat banter bubbling bawdy battlecry
beached beacon bearing bearish
beclouded befuddled bemouth beliefs.
But that’s a laundry mat! Said his stern sis.
Bubba dove into a basket without a miss.
Warm towels and socks gave a laundry hiss.
His mama came by and gave him a tiny kiss.
Hibernation began; his eyes are now asleep.
We tiptoe around his cozy warm bearish heap.
He is snuggled up like a warm newborn sheep.
He does not wake up until April robin’s first peep.
Nice sum
ho-hum
Figures
triggers
transfer
defer
Strict loan
bemoan
Invest
divest
credit
debit
Tax break
intake
Pay in
smart pin
Pay out
for nowt
Encash
that’s flash
Mortgage
bondage
Wage freeze
on knees
Account
discount
Trader
with flair
Bonus
focus
Crossed cheque
ink fleck
Price hike
dislike
Bank app
just tap
Bankrupt
disrupt
Assets
facets
Bullish
flourish
Bearish
finish
Blue chip
shrewd tip
Savings
cravings
Broker
joker
Launder
flounder
Money
sunny
Offshore
of lore
wealthy
healthy
Lodgement
judgement
Finance
by chance
Stocks crash
mad dash
Target
market
Angel
gainful
hubs thrive
survive
cranky and bearish
cantankerous attitude
she spends days alone
ornery and waspish
rantankerous daily
she has her own ways
prickly and grouchy
she yells sat tv people
her only friends
Find your inner child please,
You're grumpy and no fun.
Snapping, snarling
Grouching, growling
And patience, you have none.
I know you're getting older
And tiredness plays a part,
Find your inner child please,
He's deep within your heart.
Find your inner child please,
Don't be unkind to me.
Gloomy, moody,
Bearish, broody,
You used to be carefree.
I know you've troubles on your mind,
That sometimes cause you pain,
Find your inner child please
And let him out again.
Find your inner child please,
Don't be such a bore.
Silent, sulking
Miserable, moping,
You've no reason to ignore.
Talk about your worries,
Let them fly away,
Find your inner child please
And let him out to play.
Thronged investors at the allotment bazaar
Large cap bearish
Scripts at fall.
Awaited ingenious and expertise capitalists
Then brought into
Scripts at down.
Mid Cap bullish
Scripts at rise
Wavered SENSEX
And small cap ingress
Gives the once over like a cliffhanger rise.
Beginners rapacity and analysts variegations
Former’s paucity and latter’s accrued funds.
Pulled blue chips
Superior position
And more towering price
Then again a new firm
Offering a bid price.
Broker’s commission and depositories dematerialization
Varied revenue
Over investors capitalization.
Inflation hikes and deflation brought down
Again a widespread decline in the GDP
Brought the whole market to pull down.
Analyst’s accrued funds and NIFTY’s superbia
Top thirties jackpots and investors allocations,
Sharply jerked down.
Brainsick market
And a quidity beer bar,
A full-time financial express
And the morning tea NDTV regular.
Beginners’ luck to fill the pot
And a period later
The crow sated the piggy bank pot.
-------------- X -------------------
I laughed with balls yesterday
I’m not sure why, or what it
was
That was, to cause convulsive
chuckles, I think my eyes
tear-ed
was *****, about toe nails I’m
Sure, but she said something
sharp
from dark she throws, the subtle
wit, moves swift from forest for
kill
I will, write it down next time
on a matchbook, or dial it in
Text
on insect's back, or my hand
It’s prime material, rivals
TV
But see, she has no control
when her jest will spring on
jest
I’ll test her memory tomorrow
See if she knows, this mystery
slam
I am - sure it was a pointy tongue
she’s at her best turning point to
pointer
wanting her, to do it again, from
scripted jousting with cuts and
rubs
in of, it’s self, her bearish fun
would not exists, not alone, she
depends
again, on pointers point, aimed
at her, she has a motive, stealing
your inertia
Cinderella’s shoes fit nice, her feet
when she’s pointing the point;
jokes on me
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