July 23, 2014

The Six Ten Six

So the grandparents celebrated their 66th 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 75th. 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!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Darun....didi