Saturday, February 27, 2010

A Confessional

 
 

Father, I see why you feel unfamiliar
And don’t remember ever seeing me here.
Because there are no sins I commit,
Would you believe me? Funny, isn’t it?

Ok I copied quiz from the next seat hottie,
That’s because she was being naughty.
Her answer sheet just came in between,
While it was her cleavage that had me keen.

On his wife’s funeral he misunderstood,
Mr A overheard me telling it for his good,
That how’d he now wish to catch Parkinson,
Wobbly touch to self and job well done.

And Mrs Z was just unjust to be furious,
If on my privy tattoos her girl got curious,
Called me libertine, she crossed boundary
And left me to do but piss on her laundry.

I fell in their room like a heavenly light
Entertaining the two lezzies all night,
Jumped on trampoline, hair on forehead,
Saved them from dying virgin instead.

So Father, assure me of my innocence,
Baptize from what stains my brilliance.
Say again that I’m no culprit of apple bite,
All that happened was twist of fate, right?



7 comments:

Arnav said...

Nice post :)
Thoughts beautifully articulated ..

Aeish said...

haha that was a good one :)

Fareed said...

Arnav- Much thanks.

Aeish- An old odd fish :)

~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

So beautiful!

Fareed said...

Beautiful? Really?

Insanely insane said...

Lol! The Confessions of He who is Pure. :p

Fareed said...

The purest.