By Pragyananda Mishra
Dear
Fruitcake,
From being a sour grape to
unleashing the grapes of wrath I
have seen it all and gone plum crazy
in love. Fate kicked me in the nuts,
upset my apple cart and made me go bananas after I landed in banana republic. After spending my
formative years there, I grew nutty
and developed a cool as a cucumber
disposition. I studied hard, managed to blare my Adam’s apple aloud and found a job at the big apple. There I craved more for the cakewalk with you alongside, but they fed me an apple a day to keep the doctor away and I ended up using my
savings on buying lemons. But the
imaginary seeds of real love can
never be forgotten, I will come over to your place this weekend and I hope you
will bear fruits of my loins by
allowing me to bend you over the fig
barrel. I agree Life is a bowl of
cherries and if it’s pure cherry
picking you want then be assured that my love can let you compare apples and oranges.
From Pinacola Das :)
From Pinacola Das :)
Pragyananda Mishra
20 something-year old taciturn hobbledehoy; I try to win but a loss is always heartening. Presently bewildered and still not sure that 0% of everything is better than 100% of nothing.
20 something-year old taciturn hobbledehoy; I try to win but a loss is always heartening. Presently bewildered and still not sure that 0% of everything is better than 100% of nothing.
