lazy
when life is easy
you become lazy
no other reason
why you stay
lazy
because it is easy
you become lazy
no other reason
why you stay
lazy
because it is easy
My First Krackjack Smile
It was when I was in class four that the year was 1992, and krackjack biscuits were all the rage that I fell in love with a girl. At the age of 12, one’s heart is still tender with your brain still knitting its lobes that you discover an extraordinary taste for biscuits. In 1992, krackjack biscuits went very well with our class four taste buds. Students with rich parents would buy krackjack biscuits and send them over to their best girls. And the best girls, in turn, would give them their best smiles that made the boys think they owned a fraction of the world, which was hardly true. Boy, that was some age! For the rich little guys, though… On a Tuesday afternoon with the sun high up in the sky, class four students were out in the open with the Dzongkha teacher telling tales of pancakes and old folks. I, for one, didn’t agree so well with the sun and the heat. I would go all red in the face and sweat to some acceptable degrees that I almost hated my Dzongkha teacher. A girl ...
Ah! now i know why i feel like a sissy...
ReplyDeleteand thus... everything rhymes
ReplyDeletewhen one is lazy
making life easy
you becoming sissy
hehehe
ReplyDeletetoo lazy to whip words?
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