A Poem for Charoo.

THE DREAMCOIL..

There she lay in her Eternal slumber...
Her wits fade away...making her dumber...
She lies there still like a stack of lumber...
She doesnt hear when I call her number...

Why does she sleep at dawn!??
The entire routine of the day she can pwn!
When will she finally wake up and yawn?
When will the battle of dreams be won?

She cant be awoken by a loud horn!
Nor made to do chores, or mow the lawn!
She is not moved by my raging scorn!
She is fast asleep, the moment it is morn!

People have given up the hope!
She adores sleep as Christians respect pope!
Sometimes I wonder is she on dope!
Or probably swallowed a bar of soap...Nope!

She wakes up still..but yet remains lazy!
Her eyes are shrunken...her vision is hazy!
Yet she does something crazy!
Removes "ng" from amazing and makes it Amazy!

Slowly she moves, a deceitful creature!
Nonetheless a whacked out preacher!
Wanna learn "Boo-Tactics"? She is the teacher!
The wisdom of the awoken doesnt seem to reach her!

I dont know what she dreams...
Chocolate fantasies topped with whipped creams..
If the dream is broken, she shouts and screams
And then goes back in her own dream stream!

But other than that she is charming and loyal
Her determination is strong..consistant as the soil
At least she does her assignments through work and toil
One day...One day...I will surely unravell your dream coil!