when i stay sitting down

tears ooze

slowly

lowly

callous

i feel

the written word

is urged

prod

and nod

ask for this

and that

oh boy

be he ray or roy

mr iba

would posit

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats this?

a missive

from overseas

does he know

your status

tho no bindi

you to me am wed

and no sari

or cd s by the late hari

dhani

knew

so thus

he surely wouldst eschew

the words

from me to you

so crickets

of the living kind

rubbed their hind legs together

not a wicket

cos most

from usa

do not watch nor like cricket

lmao

iba s song

sing along

son grown

daughter

her shadow

now dr r

is in bed

cos she s workin too much

grab a book

and take a look

ok?