Sunday, October 4, 2015

My lappy Speaks

To have you work with me, honey
On a day so fair, misty and rainy
Is a joy for me, but sad for you
Days like these are far and few

So i will crash and fold in a jiff
No one in office will ever get a whiff
Rush out and soak in the elements, honey
With bajji garam, samosa and chutney!

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