Being pressed for time remaining
College days are going to coming
Will be a race against time
Will be a case to save time
Having no time in our hands
Will be a cause of frustration among friends!

Of being compete to beat the clock
Will be ever seeking to make good time for joke
And the moment losing track of time will be a case
But will be fine brings up shine to everyone face
Doing right things at high times
Will be a move to keep up times!!

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance in the dancing field of the trillion.
Dance while dahlia play drum.
Dance while daffodil blow trum-
like group of heavenly ghost.
Dance in the breeze as the host.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and make merry as crown with billion.
Dance for everlasting enjoyment of it.
If only you will dance,butterflies will not sit,
but will dance around you,
with moths and birds which will come to view.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
For you are a symbol of love to million.
Dance as direct by wind vane.
Dance to make sun smile but not in vain.
Dance to win lily in beauty,
sun in shining, chameleon to feel guilty.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and as music change be chameleon.
I'm interested in your dancing,
because it makes my day rejoicing.
Your dancing is helpful,
for it wipe away worriful.

Spring is in the air and so is married love;
For marriage is a gift from up above.
Holy wedlock offers one unending joy
Which all the sands of time will ne'er alloy:
Once you're married both of you are free
To get stuck into some adultery.
From now on each new fornication
Will have an extra-marital relation.
So go and get your neighbours' tongues a-wagging:
With some adulterous randy ******* *******.
*Ah! que j'aime une nuitée chaude de fornication
(tellement, tellement mieux que la *******).

O tender maiden thou shall fall in love.
In thee each eye can see beam blissful youth.
Thy voice looks larger cute than coo of dove.
Thy freshest body is like silk in smooth.

Thou art most prettiest petal to man's eye.
Thy perfume could be nosed from farthest miles.
The degree of their dreams on thee is high.
Dont hide therefore,away from them thy smiles.

But careful shall thou be because of rams,
Who only think of eating 'bidden fruit.
Believe not in their lyric-tongue that charms,
They'll plough thee,hate thee,leaving thee as boot.

Give though thy heart to men that know its taste.
Thus,fly away from ****,they're but for waste.

Have you heard about old Erik Satie?
He was quite slim and not un fatti;
Son père was a Frog, his Ma a wee ****
(which must have given quite a shock
to his musical chums at the Conservatoire
where he wrote "Trois morceaux en forme de poire").

While sitting 'au piano' one fine day
At his Honfleur home so bright and gay,
Our Erik felt himself come over queer,
(le résultat triste de beaucoup de bière).
He hadn't felt so odd since he didn't know when
(that's when he wrote his "Gnossiennes").

Now I don't want you to think Erik was bent
That certainly wasn't what I meant;
But there's no doubt he was a little odd
(indeed many called him an asexual sod);
For, although French, he loved not the ladies
(and he also wrote three nice "Gymnopédies").

Many piano pieces which Satie penned
Are rather silly and round the bend;
One was called "Prélude for a Dog"
(which he wrote whilst sur le bogue);
Perhaps his best known work is called "Parade"
Which some people think is quite avant-garde.

He was a bit ***** and collected umbrellas
Which set him apart from saner fellers;
He had lots of velvet suits to his name
(and for some reason, they all looked the same).
But he over-did it on the *****, was often ******,
Thus he died prematurely, and is sorely missed.

A black fruitbat
swaying across the half moon_
of mid-september


#HAIKU

I love you for a long time,
although i never say it,
I dreamed of you for a long time,
though you were never there,

One day you brought me happiness
showed me that you cared,
our relationship grew for a long time,
all the love we shared,
it's the best thing that ever happened to me..

My dream,
You came into my life
then ..
the last day i got to see you
I cried so much,
I'd wonder if i ever got to see you again,
and if ever i have such luck,
many tears i cried,
they dribble down in my shirt,

It was then ..
I realize that ..
I love you so much,
so greatly,
that it hurts ..

I do nothing wrong.
I bother no one.
I abuse my talent
To amuse myself.
I am an innocent bystander,
Only guilty of loving you.
And you love so hard
That it's dangerous to love.
You love with a love
That's not even more than love,
And it destroys my soul.
But is it not a sin
To **** a mockingbird?