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Ode To A Perv...

Hello there,

Much to the walker's disappointment my new post is not an adventure. Nonetheless  I had a lot of fun writing this piece of poetry. Plus, this is my first attempt to write something in rhyme. So bear with me please! 

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Ode To A Perv...

This is a story of an old perv
He enjoys admiring 20 year old's curves.

He thought he was young
Girls thought he smelled like dung

He loved holding their hands to kiss
While they preferred to miss!

He thought he was artistic and fancy
He could well qualify for a pansy

He thought he was cool and made women drool
While they wish to push to him into the pool

He said he owned wine, pearls and art
They thought he was an ugly old fart!

They said, "He was a waste"
While he thought he had taste.

Sigh, oh sigh and sigh some-more...
His dirty thoughts gave him a high
But left the girl feeling awry!

Such is the story of a cumbersome perv
Who thought himself to be a man of the world,

But after all he was just an old-old perv!!!


  1. assi to kahenge ROFLMAO!!

    i knw its a tragedy.. but ur poem is amusing :)

  2. @ distantcords

    yaar it is tragic really...lolz

    @ dream3er

    you already the intensity of the situation right?

  3. I thought that it would be a serious one, but it turned out to be a funny.....

  4. @ humanobserver

    Yaar jiske saath hota hai usko funny nahi lagta...It has serious undertones.

  5. funny and sad at the same time

  6. @ tachi
    Thank you dear...

    @ Iggy
    More updates...when we meet!

  7. hehehehehe... funnnnnnnnnnny!! =)

  8. LOL!
    now thats real poetry :D
    I loved it!! really! :P
    See, I told u. U have it in u ;)
    I wanna see more such stuff!


  9. @ zephyr
    Thank you...

    Thank you...//bows//

    @ Ziii

  10. Hilarious.
    But if that stems from personal experience then God help the nation.

    All this because of a skewed sex-ratio.

  11. @ Sujoy Bhattacharjee

    Ok skewed it is. But so is that old man...i think i will shut up. lolz.

  12. "He thought he was artistic and fancy
    He could well qualify for a pansy"


    Good Job... ;-)

  13. wow.....nicely worded..... :)

  14. @ Sushmita

    Thanks for dropping by! Will definitely check your blog!

  15. Simply hilarious & very very real!!!!!
    My first visit here & there will be many more.

  16. @ Ramesh

    Thanks buddy. I suffered at the hands of a perverted editor long ago.

    @ Sabyasachi

    Glad to know that!

  17. @Prachi

    First job. My managing Editor. He was 55. Yuck...


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