Wednesday, July 6, 2016

"Luncheon of the Boating Party"

Pour the wine, then let's dine
Spread the linen that's fine
Let's sit back, relax, and make merry
May I please hold your hand, to get lost for a while
In the flutter of your eyes and that glorious smile
From those lips that are red as a cherry. πŸ˜ƒ

First Time Skiing

Visiting a winter fest, she dressed up oh so warm
That no storm or snowy blizzard could do her any harm
There were volunteers, equipment, a chance to try and ski
Cross-country through the snow, being brave as she could be
Uncertain and unstable, barely sliding along was she
Clutching on for dear life, treading very cautiously
Till she came to a slope, started sliding down a hill
Out of her control, giving her spine an eery chill
She almost fell and landed, falling flat upon her face
But stopped herself just in time, to find a saving grace
"That's enough!" She said, relieved, " although I'd really love to ski,
Slipping in snow is scary, I guess skiing's not for me!" πŸ˜‚

The Player

He showed up with a rose, and his smooth and crafty art
In one move he had captured the naΓ―ve young woman's heart
But alas! The next day, he foolishly got caught
Trying the same tricks on another girl that he found 'hot'
Enraged, she approached him, as she quickly lost her calm
"Slap!" The sound resounded, as his red face met her palm. πŸ˜‰

+ArjunDamodar