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Having realized that none of my posts are corny enough to be spat at, I have decided to post this "poem" of sorts just so that some people may realize how corny I can be. It's a poem that I composed quite some time back before I even created this blog. One can't exactly call it a poem, but here goes.
(Note: The last letter of each line.)

Somebody called me,                      "A (ye)".
I wondered who this was not letting me    B (e).
So, I turned to                           C (see)
It turned out to be a                     D (Tamil, slang for a girl).
Smiling at me with her teeth bared        E (eeee).
I told her to off                         F (read fuck off).
She asked, "What                          G ?" (Hindi. meaning : Sir, Madam etc.)
Whilst spitting at me with her            H (-e) (read, "echie", meaning saliva in tamil)
And asked who was                         I ?(English. Meaning : I )
The tone of her voice implied she was     J (Jealous)
I introduced myself as agent              K (from the MIB fame)
From Salvador (e)                         L (El Salvador, to those who didn't get it, it happens to be a country)
Conversing, I asked of she listens to Min-M (read Eminem, The Real Slim Shady)
She said "No, I listen to only Sync       N" (read N-Sync, the ones always out of sync)
I said                                   "O" (read Oh!)
Then I realized I needed to               P (read Pee, ie to urinate)
For which I have to stand in a            Q (read queue)
Which others already                      R (read are)
And, they'll all say                      S (read Yes)
To coffee and                             T (read Tea)
This "poem" is for me and                 U (read You)
For both of us together make              V (read We)
Because you and you only make             W (read Double-U or Double-You)
I told her,"I never want you to be my     X" (read Ex-friend)
To which she asked,                      "Y?" (read Why)
I replied,"To sleep on your lap           Z" (read Zzzzz)