12th March 2010

Charade

How incredulous this may sound,

This words are about something round.

Fret not, it's not about your size

Or anything that can entice.

(I can give you clues.

But first, you'll have to beg me to break the rules.

Geez, alright I don't want this to be something I rue,

In case you end up getting the blues.)

***

Without me, you know you'll feel deflated;

With me, you can't wait to be INFLATED.

Without you, I'll be as empty as air;

Without you, we can't bounce like a pair.

My softness makes you hard.

But trust me, I could be just some fart.

Your hot-ness from all the rubbing makes me rise.

(It'll still happen even in a Levi's)

***

My description skills look raw,

But really, I am talking about a basketball.