The Six Ten Six

So the grandparents celebrated their 66^th and I made a flash trip to Kolkata. There in front of all the Bongs I scored brownie points by showing this. Then I scored some more brownie points by saying I so work for the Brazilian and Argentinean markets. Then as this kept happening and I was eating my fill of great Bong food and watching football, a sudden burst of creativity struck. While it’s not the best of sonnets, it certainly does justice to the 66 years of awesomeness. Here’s to 75^th. Let’s plan for that now!

Will the Bard wrote many a song;

But none as sweet as this!

So when I told him of the Land of Bong;

Li’l did he want to miss!

Away from Venice where the merchants rode;

Far from the Prince of Danes!

He travelled on the Midsummer Road;

And landed up in Duff Lane!

Will the Bard looked far and nigh;

To find the hero for a song.

Then he saw him standing high;

Beside his love through life long.

Driving around the lanes of North;

He closely held her hands.

She wrote poetry as it came forth;

And I do have a few strands.

Will the Bard nodded wisely and said;

This is a story to be told.

This is a match in heaven made;

66 years young; not old!