Still, like a dead meat, you stay in that corner
Providing me all which I possibly couldn't resist.
Never will a morning delicacy decay in your regime,
like a good old king y’ll nurture it just fine.
You let me watch TV without a mutter or utter.
But on far steps of slumber, like a jealous pet you wail and chatter.
But that is all right, dear Refi!
'coz sleep, will anyways take me away from each and ever clutter
They tell me to shut you...even replace!
but I signal them to subdue their vain thoughts,
as you, not they, preserve my butter
and keeps it from melting away.
Solemnly in your cold world, never you complain,
Neither 'bout that broken cord, nor ‘bout the unfixed board.
In fact in high bolt, you stand strong, reckoning of colosseum built in Rome
In lonely nights, when none awakes.
You my friend, fidget and, almost, take my breath away.
Many a times it scared the shit out of me but eventually I perceived,
that freeze and fidget are your vital characteristics.
Never will I demand another to compose my butter
For you my friend!...Is as crazy as my mother’s daughter.
