Ode To Vijay Vine Poem by Rani Turton

Ode To Vijay Vine



Vijay Vine, not Vijay Whine,
Was the life and soul of every do
While others whined, Vijay wined and dined
And to his flagon was true.

And wined again, until, until the wine
Almost became sublime; he knew
The big names in the who's who;
He had married into Delhi's cream
His life was a poor man's dream.
He could disclaim and proclaim
To almost universal acclaim.

He was really fine:
Vijay Vine and not Vijay Whine.

Then came one day as singing
Vijay jumped into his car and went winging
The Defence Colony flyover
Remembers till today
On a day that was particularly grey
That Vijay's money could not buy a makeover;
Vijay's car took off like a plane
Now, that really is a shame.

Vijay Vine, never Vijay Whine
Smiling, singing Vijay Vine.

Copyright: Rani Turton

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ben Gieske 24 December 2009

I enjoyed this one. Your rhymes did not force the issue and you used them wisely to create a happy mood.

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