Wednesday, September 10, 2008


They say I am not nice enough. (I also say that about others especially Slapping Girl-Associate who I just caught passing off my take on the future of futures as hers).

Anyway here is a poem.

Disclaimer: Once again, just becoz I can make words rhyme does not mean I am like some sort of Devdas- girls, please note that and control the urge to send me a smiley. I know when desparation is hiding in cuteness, which is, like everytime?

It's so easy being nice
I know from experience
I've tried it twice

*Separately, wanna-bes please note that in US lingo there is nothing like thrice. It's as odd to them as "seventhice" to us. So stop the ice at 2.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, 'thrice' is pretty unheard of. And 'fortnight'. BTW, I like the poem. There is a subtle touch of Bukowsky in it.

8:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you should be nicer post-marriage, no?

12:05 AM  

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