Sense and Nonsense

when has life made sense anyway?
Out on the streets
The sun was shinin sweet
And the world looked like his oyster
So he plucked a pearl
From the neck of some girl
And with a twirl he said it needs some moisture
Now did I ever express
The Creation- my senseless best
That which’ll make you riise up
But lemme give it a rest
For you maybe that girl
Searchin for the one with the pearl, that moisturiser!
Din exactly rhyme
I know-you needn’t chime!
So to you lemme tell
The story of the boy from hell
Who got stuck midway in his commute
(You know how traffic is in hell)
Coz in his hurry he’d forgotten the parachute
Why in such haste
It was, hellizens reasoned, such a waste
Until one old man came out stooped and bold
Dared you to believe
Coz he was as hellish as it was cold-
Hellboy hated a bath
It interrupted him in his math
So he took to hate all soaps used till date
Then Doy was launched-his only soap-mate
He thus became the boy
Who played with his soap Doy
In its presence paled many a toy
Night and day
Day and night
His mother found it a tremulous sight
So out went all Doys-
“Its time to play with other boys”
But the boy had had enough
Answering in a voice gruff
With emotion fraught
He remembered the joy Doy brought
Out he ran into the clouds
But he’d forgotten his chute n gloves
And that, dear reader, was one of his terrible flaws
He got stuck like I said
"Well said, well said"