As the door closed, heeded for that familiar sound,
Waiting for the last whistle blow, finally I’m north bound
Forced not to complain, enduring muscle strain,
Must be home soon, here comes the next train.
Squeezed inside, hand in my pocket,
Tried to reach and checked for my ticket.
No need for my scarf, AC’s down, not cold
Jam-packed, there’s no need for the bar to hold.
Lucky not to be all office-girls geared up
Who are now melting like ice drop flavored make-up,
Skimpy skirts pulled up, unaware of unbuttoned top,
....to be continued.....
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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