Mr. Drool Glancing! Poem by Gargi DuttaKundu

There was this husband of a man
Called Mr. Drool Glancing & Looking
He drooled at Julie, drooled at Sheila
And even at the maid who came for cooking
He drooled at women pretty, women wise
He drooled at women fat, lean, mean or otherwise
He drooled at women blunt as a doormat
Or as sharp as a kitchen knife
But he never never never never
Looked at his own litte wife.

He drooled through window
He drooled through the door
He drooled through facebook
He drooled through playboy for ever more.

He drooled at the party
To the beauties hale and hearty
He drooled at the hostess
On flight named Emily
As he flew for a holiday with his family
He drooled at the women in bikini
He drooled at pretties in micro mini
He drooled at the girlies at his job
He drooled especially at the ones in a bob
He drooled at the ones in a saree
He drooled on the ones in jeans, on the contrary
He drooled at the neighbouring women
Which often hatched a silly strife
But he never never never never
Would ever drool at his own little wife.

So if you ever see a pair of eyes
Looking, drooling and glancing at you
A pair of juleps prancing and dancing at you
You will know for sure it is Mr. Drool Glancing
Who is just trying to take a chancing!