Love is such a tight wear
That doesn't fit in my flabby figure.
It begins with giggling tickles
And erupts many pun pimples
And soon ends in very awful itches.
It blows my mind at the very first sight
And lose my heart to a petite might;
It never gets late, rather too very right.
Like a charms bound I beam with pleasure
And cling very hard to nine days' wonder!
Like a lucky day batsman I escape York cuts
I hit straight drives in couple of pace sluts.
In the middle of pitch feat hit hard a loose ball
And enemy air catches it at foul wind's out call!
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-a-fool-toss-ball-to-me/
