Look at that mysterious creature
It has got one of those features
That makes you want to touch its face
But you are afraid you will destroy its grace

Look at its beautiful green eyes
******* you in and having you mesmerized
Making you want to pluck it out
Unable to do it makes you wanna pout

You go near it and touch its face
Hoping to not destroy its grace
Suddenly a girl from somewhere walks by
With a short skirt, shirt and a bow tie
You are surprised by the hate you feel
You wonder if its real or its reel
This thing you feel you haven't felt before
Makes you want to try it some more

Then you see a rich guy riding on a bike
This new feeling in you hikes
You hate yourself for wanting him to be poor
Him to be slip with his bike in a moor

You turn around to look at the creature
But it no longer has one of those features
You see it turning into a mess
With a horrible look on its face

You are shocked to see  this disaster
Standing before you is Shakespeare's green eyed monster
You try to reach and make it tame
But it overpowers you because jealousy is its name !