I met a friendly woman at the college,
She sat in the entrance gallery west of the labs.
I said, "Hello, may I know your identity," with a smile,
And her lips spread to a mile.
She said, "Hello, I'm here on my job,"
Little did I know that blowing was her job.
Anyway, I started telling her about myself,
And as a loner with an infrequent *****,
I respect and I know myself a lot.
When she sat in rapt attention for me,
Listening to my breath between the words,
And my gaze often slid down her face.
There they sat elegantly and imposingly,
Two cute babies, a picture of them, actually,
In a picture printed on the ***** of her shirt,
And I asked about them curiously.
She said, "They are my nephew and niece,"
"Both are twins and each weighs 7 kilograms,"
And looked for validation, "Aren't they both so nice?"
I nodded in agreement saying, "Definitely,"
And I continued, "I want to play with them both."
She said, "I know that you fell in love with them,"
Now she continued with another broad smile,
"You are welcome to play with both of them,"
I asked, "Are they with you?"
She laughed shortly and said,
"They always remain with me."
Puzzled, I said, "What?"
My jaw remained hung open in astonishment.
She put her finger under my chin,
Then shut my mouth to say,
"Don't act like an innocent kid,"
And she continued,
"I like you, and I want you,
Come in the morning,
We'll have a lot of fun,
And I'll blow my favourite toy,
Before both of us go for a movie."
My HP Poem #1967
©Atul Kaushal
