Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Ideas - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

They come.
They do not have manners.
It is not for them to scrub their shoes on the door mat.
They may choose to jump around in your living room.
Choose not say hi, helloo, walk in straight to the loo.
Quite arrogant, they might also walk into your kitchen,
Make a cup of coffee, and help them selves with a cookie jar.
Drink all your beer, hop on your bed, throw around the pillows,
Make funny faces, laugh without reason, and make you scream treason.
Don't kill them, don't imprison them.
Evaluate them, implement them.
Those who don't have value, perish them.
The worst thing you could do,
Refrigerate them.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

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