Diary of Dan

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Weird and the Saint

She was in all the herds
of the sensible nerds.
Though she was a l'il weird,
she frolicked like a cheerful bird!
Then one day she met a saint
who did not make her faint.
We all worried she might taint
him, that she might paint
him with her bright words.
Of all goodness he might be drained.
But they actually lived a life
happy and crazily quaint!

1 Comments:

At 19/11/10 12:26 am, Blogger Virag Padalkar said...

very wierd indeed!! why have you begun the line with him rather than end the preceeding one with it? Any significance.

Liked the concept of the poem if you know what I mean.

 

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