A poem I wrote for one of my close comrade at work.
For the sake of partying he would give it a shot,
Harmless is the little soul who would just admire every chick so hot,
Like a child he would jump when he got a kick from any booze,
Admired the little things around but hates the sound of a snooze,
The one who hates to be woken up with the tring of a doorbell,
You dare not irritate him more any play he watches of Chris Gayle,
Gets tickled to the core from head to toe,
Will wriggle like a worm when your fingers would touch him from any row,
A heart of a kind soul he does possess,
Is a balanced diet of a person anybody would fail to suppress,
Ignorant about petty jokes and comments around him,
And that’s what makes Sid a timid fella whom I will always like to the brim.