Move over chique'.
A fogger at the pane!
Paws up pooch, like great Dane.
Up he stares and innocence feigns.
Upfront and prominent celeb class.
Mostly seen through misty glass.
Abuzz your world, in great games.
At the GTs reckoning names.
Struck by supremos, worn out fop.
Cringe at the rancor, right at the top.
Dizzying offices in towering glass,
down in corners, gold whizzed past.
Modest horns, dare not a toot.
In subdued awe at the malicious snoot.
In their chic designer suits.
Pearly shine and exotic fruits.
Work out snatched, on the treads.
Touch off melodies, in lounging beds.
To health and happiness, vital bits.
Well read, confident and bubbling wits.
Caviar and rocks served with wine,
frill and swill along with dine.
Yes for now, each breath a fun.
Smile and beam at intended pun.
Life is now, so live it raw.
Well cut suit and angular jaw.
come on chique, you super gal.
wipe yer window, be a pal.
Speak soft words, hastily lost.
In time it stashes to cut the cost.
Inevitably when, over the hill,
seek you hands from a jack or Jill.
The coaster slows and scenery blurs.
Friends and family stave off slurs.
Diamonds forever? Gleam for a time!
Mime at the fag end, dollar nor clime.
1st Ramadan Islamic calendar
** Dedicated to my fabulous friends at PH...especially R_S...the octagenarian...wise as a wizard....who teaches me so much....Viva mon... R_S.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem