Shorts II

Ever wondered why;
All those friends who
come down from the States;
have weird last names?
Well, a little bird told me:
that if you want to be
a citizen of USA;
(It’s a pre-requisite)
your last name should be:
incomprehensible;
something like:
Wickremsinghe.

This is so;
it’s difficult to pronounce,
as they announce;
your name at Starbucks.
Yup, you guessed it right;
you are their comic relief
(spelled “sitting ducks”)!
The only exception to the rule
Is the oft-mistaken, garrulous Patels!

***
You must’ve been quite a beauty
In your hey-day;
“Yes a slew of proud lovers
and eclectic romances”;
your arched eyebrows say.
If I were a man then;
I would’ve convinced you
to stay.

**
I’m not an extreme
unless,
when it comes to writing:
I either pen prolific
Or the muse ain’t biting.

**
The aesthetics of a rhyme
are so pleasing
that I indulge in them
from time to time.

But of late;
it makes me nauseate
to succumb to you Seth…

Blank verse seduces me
with it’s no strings attached pitch;
should I scratch this itch…

There I go again
with my witty mask;
All I can say is:
“Somebody stop me!”

***
Dearest Guinea,
don’t fret I say;
the red signal
didn’t work this time
but it just may
when you change the approach
and let the bigalow
pick you up some day!