It was a dark and stormy night...
No, it wasn’t; I just wanted to get your attention,
alright?
Besides, I didn’t want you to be mad,
And get slapped with suits of copyright.
So, it was a bright sunny day,
When I met two young men.
I didn’t add a rhyme there;
Figured they might for it not care.
Two young men in some ways alike,
Their characters to me as funny did strike.
They had a way with words;
They swore and they cursed.
They called each other names,
But mutual admiration they shared.
A poor outsider like me, couldn’t be
One of them even if I dared.
One named the other a looker,
The other called the former a…
Both loved weird cinema;
Watching them discuss it was an operatic drama.
Poor little me
Was stuck in their company.
One was blatant in his mockery, while the other’s
Subtle sarcasm made me want to flee.
But it was late at night
And I couldn’t go home,
So I stayed on,
And held my own.
One a joker,
The other a philosopher;
Amidst them me,
A novice drinker.
They wanted to get me drunk;
Buying me drinks one by one.
But alas, their evil plans did not succeed,
I was high; not dumb.
Then the stormy night
Turned into day.
(I lied; when I met them,
Sunlight indeed was away.)
The night had been interesting;
During its course we discussed,
Issues of movies, women,
Politics and trust.
As day emerged from the night’s loop,
One’s eyelids did begin to droop.
The other still trilled on like a flute;
He was excited about his shoot.
The first time I met them by the river;
This time, I said goodbye on the street.
Both times dusk gave way to dawn,
And I went home, stifling a yawn.
