As a crawler,
he showered praises
on her beauty, dulcet tones,
manners and software-duty.
Soon being tired,
he crashed out
on her lap.
Being a matey
With four, five boyfriends,
She was nonchalant
in giving him company
for eating some snacks,
to a cosy snack-bar.
"My dating with other boys
was deadly dull.
Nobody got five-star rating.
Could your chating satisfy me? ",
She whispered to him.
"Sorry, I ‘m not for mating',
He said and vanished into thin ear.
She was just smiling.
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