Sunday, December 09, 2007

Poetry across the seas ...

After PuppyManohar booed my blog's birthday yesterday in a rather insensitive (or so I thought) comment, I msged him asking why, alas, he does not think this worthy of celebration. This led to a rather poetic sms chain which turned out so good, we thought the world MUST see it (and applaud?).

Context: Daytime for Unpred, Night time for PM, Unpred and her teammate P working through the weekend for a Monday deadline, a rare first time occurence, both in Unpred's house working away ...

*images of 2 bleary eyed girls and burning midnight oil float by*



Pasting here for your eyes only
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Me: "Nonsense" is it my blog budday? Alas. :-(

PM:
It's not a birthday. It's a double century!
Rejoice and be merry!

Me:
Poetic boy.
So much joy?
But now i'll go.
Work to do.
Sad sad plight.
But good night!

{Me: (Revelation hitting hard) One full day poetic sms should be done. Talent is going to waste here.}

PM:
Alas dear Unpred please don't cry.
I am making dal fry.
Then i will come online like that.
And then we can put the google chat!

Me:
:) work has to be done alas,
saturday slog is in a different class.
P is here to work with me,
so how still can our chatting be?

PM:
That sounds like a lame excuse.
Office networks are to be abused.
As soon as P looks away,
then It's time to chat i say!
*Unpred inserts disclaimer: Dear boss/ colleague reading this - these are PM's views - not mine!*

Me:
:) poor little child of mine,
with my insincerity she's prob fine,
its my own guilt you see,
won't let me live with me.

PM:
Dear Unpred this i can't help.
If your conscience decides to yelp
everytime you do something bad,
how can fun times be had?

(Unpred by now too engrossed in work, rudely doesn't reciproacte the poetry)

PM: (post an hour or so)
Dear Unpred i've turned out the light.
It's time for you to wish me good night.
Please don't be all work and no play.
After all It's saturday.

Me:
Dear pm i've had my lunch,
work's not still packing a punch,
i do hope to party tonight,
wake up tomo fresh and bright,
i hope you too sleep well,
by then i'll be back from hell :)


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And that's it for today folks! I'm going back to work!

17 comments:

Mogambo said...

ah PM and unpred,
why you didn't include me in this, was I in bed?
Next time be sure to tell me ahead
For such poetry is in me too, its inbred!

-Mogambo

Puppy Manohar said...

Dear Unpred the messages were fun,
Although I didn't mean to rhyme the first one.
Mogambo, you missed it alas,
I bet you feel like a big fat a@#%.

With best wishes to all,

Puppy Manohar

unpredictable said...

Dear PM, I'm easy to inspire,
And inspired, I'm pretty much on fire,
Plan to rhyme you might not try,
But your poetry comes just on the fly,
Mogambo, worry not, I still love you,
Here's many muahs and hugs too (())

Anonymous said...

Fantastic...U guys are just brilliant!


BE

Mogambo said...

mystic,
your love for me I can see,
you and me, we are meant to be.
forget me not, in this poetry melee..
for I am the one who can bring you true joy, not this amee.

-M'bo-

Penguin said...

I wish I could contribute too
To this rhyming exchange between all of you.
But alas, my brain is coming to a screeching stop
At the sight of a computer - blame it on my job :-(

I love you all, even PM who has rejected me publicly.

- Penguin

Mahogany said...

Congratulations on the bicentennial
May your writing be perennial
May working weekends be a thing of the past
Saturdays are strictly meant for having a blast

Mahogany said...

Congratulations on the bicentennial
May your writing be perennial
May working weekends be a thing of the past
Saturdays are strictly meant for having a blast

Mahogany said...

Congratulations on the bicentennial
May your writing be perennial
May working weekends be a thing of the past
Saturdays are strictly meant for having a blast

Mahogany said...

Congratulations on the bicentennial
May your writing be perennial
May working weekends be a thing of the past
Saturdays are strictly meant for having a blast

unpredictable said...

Eh thanks ya all you louly folks,
Clearly when inspired, the poet within talks
Thanks to the regular bloggy squad,
Esp to Mahogany who posted a quad! :D

Mogambo said...

I wish this blog a happy never-ending.
For that, lots of prayers and love I am e-sending.
For of poetry and rhyme, you are the boss.
Don't you think so -- PM, Penguin and Albatross??

-mo'bo-

Anonymous said...

SUN Dec 9 2007,
Griffith Park Observatory,
Canine Human Ultra Mutations, Modification And Renovation Lab. (ah dhang you)

Baby V and her father Mr. Iyengar are gladly filling in the Observation table of their journal.

undersigned
Baby V
"Aint talking bout love" - Van Halen

Anonymous said...

lolz pwned. sorry that above thing should have been Research

cos the joke was Chumma Research Lab.

alas. very most sadness.

PWNED.

~nm said...

very funny indeed! :D

Anonymous said...

while it may not be of any interest to you, but BE is Bobby Ezhuthachan

and i have commented earlier on anon name earlier.

regards.

bobby

Mystic said...

Baby V and PM: Pwnage, alas, flies over my head.

Regds
Unpred

Nm: :D Indeed it was. Equal fun coming up with the lines and reading from others. :)

BE: Hi bobby! (nutan waala bobby?)