They all were staring at me
As I walked in college premise
They lured like a tommy cat
And I was looking like a scared mice
The first few hours passed in 205
As I met “Kukoo” and “Sabby”
They boasted like real men
And got caught in the play at porch
As we made a line and “Mr. Five” in vein
He took the show and was a stunner
We were half way down on pants
And he was such a bad runner
(What a shame, Kukoo was hanging on Rana’s leg)
They all were staring at morons in the porch
And gushed the beer on every stout
The noise at the hostel door
Screamed every moron aloud
Run run run, Mishra is here
The party was over as all of us
were back in our citadel
Anger on the head all over
In 205 we cried, “what the hell !!”
And hence the first night we were asked
to shave our heads like army men
Was it the army we joined ?
Or the three year’s Hotel Management
As I opened my wardrobe
They stared at my cookie collection
Their mouth watered, they made a lie commitment
Obviously with perfection
(Morons are with me)
I am still looking for my cookies
And they are lost in time
Waiting for their commitment to ripe
And get the “Cookie” share of mine
The same night was the one
When we were called for the lounge meeting
And so forth whole year complains surpassed
That meeting was called every now and then
And next year when morons turned beer squashers
Few new morons were at the porch again
With pants half down
and head shaved like army men, really insane
And as they counted 1,2,3,4 and Five
All still tittered as the loudness was to gain
Squashers exclaimed very momentarily
As Same morons were born again
