I have worn a ring
Ever since I remember the first.
I woke upto a lit’le golden shine
On my li’lest finger.
I grew into a walkable,
And it got tighter.
Then they removed it
and gave me a diamond studded one on my 8th birthday.
I wore it on my index.
I grew into my teens
And it got tighter.
Then I got outta teens.
And it got tighter all the same.
Then a brown haired chap took pity on me
And proposed me.
With a ring.
A silver one.
I wore it on my ring finger.
Then it saw me for a long time.
And it got tighter.
And I separated direction from
The brown haired chap.
So, I dropped the ring
And whoosh it flew into the tracks
with the faintest bounce.
Then, I was a woman.
The ringless finger ached my periphery.
I thought of my diamond ring .
And I sold it next morning at the Jewellers.
I got a Platinum ring, after a lotta confused psychology to take the decision.
I felt a pauper signboard afar.
I wore it on my middle finger.
And, I smoked a cigarette
And I drank ***
With the platinum shining on my middle finger.
Then I took pity on a black eyed fellow
And slept with him in a drunken state.
Morning I woke up with my bright sneer dimming down.
My ring was gone.
The black eyed chap stole it.
My platinum ring.
I never wore a ring
Ever again.
I smoke the cigarette
And I drink the ***
With none a ring.
I will, Will to be buried without
Any of the Same.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
I have worn a ring
Ever since I remember the first.
I woke upto a lit’le golden shine
On my li’lest finger.
I grew into a walkable,
And it got tighter.
Then they removed it
and gave me a diamond studded one on my 8th birthday.
I wore it on my index.
I grew into my teens
And it got tighter.
Then I got outta teens.
And it got tighter all the same.
Then a brown haired chap took pity on me
And proposed me.
With a ring.
A silver one.
I wore it on my ring finger.
Then it saw me for a long time.
And it got tighter.
And I separated direction from
The brown haired chap.
So, I dropped the ring
And whoosh it flew into the tracks
with the faintest bounce.
Then, I was a woman.
The ringless finger ached my periphery.
I thought of my diamond ring .
And I sold it next morning at the Jewellers.
I got a Platinum ring, after a lotta confused psychology to take the decision.
I felt a pauper signboard afar.
I wore it on my middle finger.
And, I smoked a cigarette
And I drank ***
With the platinum shining on my middle finger.
Then I took pity on a black eyed fellow
And slept with him in a drunken state.
Morning I woke up with my bright sneer dimming down.
My ring was gone.
The black eyed chap stole it.
My platinum ring.
I never wore a ring
Ever again.
I smoke the cigarette
And I drink the ***
With none a ring.
I will, Will to be buried without
Any of the Same.
#humour
