'Sup Gangster

In walks a lad, every step with an extra bounce
Name's Nate and a surname I can't pronounce

In love is he, with the great State of California
Of Sun, spirits and sultry sirens, tis a cornucopia

So meticulously clean, his room reeks of chlorine
Alas! On a tidy stove and sink, he seems not too keen

Chiefly grease and cheese, he has a diet that'd make,
The surgeon general choke, and Atkins drown in a lake

No member of the animal kingdom has he spared
Swimmers or land-dwellers, they've all been snared

None too shy, a macho image he seeks to exude
Ladies love the guy, and men just go, "Dude !"

However, beneath the tough exterior imagery
Lurks a tender heart that writes romantic poetry

V-Day

Once a year cometh a day without fail,
When Cupid's arrow doth a tender heart impale.

Whether close to grave, or in teenage hell,
Every demographic is under its spell.

No effort does the marketer spare,
For such opportunities are but rare.

Florists, chocolatiers and purveyors of fine wine,
All chime together "Hail St. Valentine !"

Love is Deaf

There once lived a lass in Journal Square,
Looking for a guy, to make a handsome pair.

High and low, she aimed her search,
Alas, none could reach her lofty perch.

Not only must he read Proust, and dance merengue,
He also had to speak the same mother tongue !

And one fine day, in that skull so dense,
Flipped a switch, called common sense.

It happened to her, that crazy little thing called love,
With someone, who met none of the above

And so, let time be the ultimate test,
In the meantime, all the best !

Walk the Talk

On Sunday dawned a day, cold and gray,
Beckoning most people, at home to stay.

From the blankets, like a Phoenix arose,
Who, you ask ? Ms. Parakh of course !

Her steely eyes took the scene in,
And decided twas better to sleep in.

Ah, but for a cause she had to walk,
The moment was here, after weeks of talk.

Inspired by the cause, or likely the free food,
She walked to the start, feeling pretty good.

Battling the elements, mile after mile,
She finished the long trek with a smile.

Then proceeded to down puri and shrikhand,
Consuming about twice the calories burned.

Another day gone, another job done,
Now to procrastinate, till the next one.

Fly Swatter

This is the story of a humble house fly,

Whose destiny one dogged fly-catcher crossed by.

As it went about its business humdrum,

To Dr. Hanasoge, it posed a conundrum.

Many a trick, his diabolical mind would create,

The bug's agility though, he would continually underrate.

Every attack, the little devil evaded,

Making its nemesis look increasingly jaded.

"Eureka !", he at last exclaimed, "This time I cannot fail",

As he brandished in his hands, a 12 inch scale.

Patiently he waited, then carefully aimed,

In one fell swoop, the little life was claimed.

With that story of how Rome fell,

The poet laureate ends his doggerel.