Curse To Curl-On! - Poem by Sasikala Kamandula
Welcome, Madam, welcome Sir,
Curl-on greets you with fabulous offer!
For your most graceful bosom to shower
In the boundless glee and sound sleep roar!
“Hey! Here’s my darling charming color
With cute figure and in right measure,
O, my Love, it robbed my heart at par! ”
In the lovely bedroom in a modest corner
The Curl-on was set in an elegant manner.
Lost in sweet dreamy drowsy thoughts
He laid waiting for his Lady Love’s enter
But the curl on fairy is too quick at war
With her cozy touch and magical lure;
In best of her charms and coyish looks,
When his Love Lock drew near her lover,
Felt no hands in love, customarily around her
But wondered to hear a sound sleep blaster;
And blushed in anger at the sight of the rival to her!
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