Prateeka is a poster girl
She makes us rock and roll.
She's like a tigress on the prowl
If you mess with her -- you'd be mauled.
She's grit -- she's superbold
For nought -- You'd be bowled.
She's a solar car -- she saves money on gas or petrol
If you mispronounce anything -- she'd scold.
She rolls the dice -- turns macho men into mice and charcoal
She's kinda old school.
She'd deftly tinker with her daunting and futuristic console
She loves puppies -- gives 'em sausages -- when they howl and drool.
She rolls the dice -- turns macho men into mice and charcoal
She's kinda old school.
She'd deftly tinker with her daunting and futuristic console
She loves puppies -- gives 'em sausages -- when they howl and drool.
While talking on the phone -- she'd absent-mindedly scrawl
She is crazy about funky shawls.
Her English has native speaker like drawl
She doesn't like anything foul.
She didn't go to a blackboard jungle -- but to an elite school
She gets miffed and mad if you don't play by the rules.
She loves anything that says bow-wow and woof
She detests guys who cry wolf.
She's a whistle-blower and supercool
Loves to read biographical books and scrolls.
She doesn't like pompous fools
Amongst RJs -- She's a crown jewel.
She seldom frowns
Her favorite color is probably brown.
We live in the same town
She's an egghead and I'm a clown.
Something is terribly wrong
I just can't text her -- that's why I wail and mourn.
My heart beats like a gong
When she hums or sings a song.
I'm smitten and conked
I'm singing hymns like a Buddhist monk.
She's zillions of fans -- Her Facebook page is thronged
But I write rhymes for her and break new ground.
She's strong-willed, assertive and superphenomenon
She's elegance and charisma.
Her voice is otherworldly, angelical and talisman
It's her good karma.
Her English has native speaker like drawl
She doesn't like anything foul.
She didn't go to a blackboard jungle -- but to an elite school
She gets miffed and mad if you don't play by the rules.
She loves anything that says bow-wow and woof
She detests guys who cry wolf.
She's a whistle-blower and supercool
Loves to read biographical books and scrolls.
She doesn't like pompous fools
Amongst RJs -- She's a crown jewel.
She seldom frowns
Her favorite color is probably brown.
We live in the same town
She's an egghead and I'm a clown.
Something is terribly wrong
I just can't text her -- that's why I wail and mourn.
My heart beats like a gong
When she hums or sings a song.
I'm smitten and conked
I'm singing hymns like a Buddhist monk.
She's zillions of fans -- Her Facebook page is thronged
But I write rhymes for her and break new ground.
She's strong-willed, assertive and superphenomenon
She's elegance and charisma.
Her voice is otherworldly, angelical and talisman
It's her good karma.
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