Where are my blue Boxers?

Oh my, my

It was a scandalous morning

I sat up on my bed 

wrapped up in a blanket

I was cold

I was frozen

And, I was hustling to find

That which was missing;

I ran to the corners

I took a plunge underneath my bed

It was getting on my nerves

Oh my, my

These daring brazen rays

Flirting with my naked skin

Lampooning and poking fun

I climbed up the shelves

Checked-out through the window

Trust me, will you?

It was getting on my nerves big time

Yet, I couldn’t find those.

Where are my boxers?

My blue, blue boxers

The one which wrapped me last night

Oh, yes! I recall

I was drunk, I was tipsy

And, I wore them, the boxers on my head

Instead of my Hat, Oops!

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2016

Image courtesy : Aj's album

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