THE BOY

 THE BOY

Once upon a time, there was a boy who was oh-so-cool,

That he was sometimes taken to be a fool.

But he kept  himself aloof

And made room for their doubting mood.

 

With his deep voice that had a boom

He spelled out for his detractors their doom.

For if he wished he could fly away to the moon

And let the naysayers sing the blues.

 

His friends from the media tried to get the latest scoop

Of the boy in full bloom.

He invited them over for some food

And some fiery booze.

 

They filled his room

Promising to give his career a boost.

He requested them to be fair and give the boot

To those who abused him no end and always gave him bamboo.

 

His esteemed friends from the press promised to expose them with proof

In their latest scoop.

To give the cartoons

A taste of their impending doom.

And a lot of oops!

They said the boy’s aura was so smooth

His enemies were bound to stoop.

 

So the boy closed the conversation loop

With some Thanksgiving goose.

Bid them adieu and wished them well with dollops of ooze.

 

Then once alone in his room

He whistled a tune.

And sat down to Google

The latest news of the Chandrayaan rover on the moon.