I went to Beijing To buy out a ring, As it was amazing, Which I have seen through Bing, Then made a ping, To the dealer Mr. Ying, Done with the dealing, There after I made the gifting, For which She made me feel like a King.
As it is August, I start with a rhyme first, By removing the dust, Which occupied my brain's crust, I thought it is must, As I got a poke like a thrust, So the words came out like bust.
I was on a river side in Tuck, Lost my swim suit by bad luck, So, playing with a shuck, There came a Duck, Which was a luck, It showed me a boat with deck, I rowed back by escaping the heck.
My stomach made a shook, So I thought to cook, By reading from a book, Lying in the room's nook, Then my mom gave a pity look, For the struggle I took, And made me a lovely food.
Let me strip, By grabbing your hip, So the silence rip, Then I hold your tip, To make you slip, And I sip, The fluid that drip, From your lip, For which I trip, Like a ship, That never skip, The pleasury trip.
Let day become night, So our souls get into the fight, Where there is dim light, In the place which is out of sight, In order to know which is right, So that we can fix things tight, And make everything delight.
Let the thunder rumble, Let the mouths mumble, So, don't be bumble, As it may make you Crumble World may not be humble, As Time makes everyone terrible, Which makes situations horrible, So always be joyful.