Hot Roll - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Go on pressing me as much as you can,
you are decreasing my per unit volume,
now I am dense enough,
I have a definite weight,
press me more,
give me a definite shape,
and will you please press me more?
Make me a solid,
increase my per unit weight,
Now I am firmly standing on the earth!
Don't commit a blunder,
if you press me any more,
I shall become a vast sheet,
that will wrap all you have,
you face, your body and your silky legs
you will be turned in a Hot Roll,
and I don't want to see you as a Hot Roll.
I love you sweetheart!
(Message of someone too weak)
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