A limerick of mine

Me am very happy to come second in Creative Writing.The piece wasnt titled when I sent it, I wonder why not.So here's the

(Basically the first stanza was given and we were asked to continue)

Titleless Limerick

(Much applause appreciated)

Adi-dasa the ever-ambitious sadhoo
Burnt his feet walking the fire-bed through
So the next time, he ran on the coals
With hidden padding on his soles
And invented the first ever sports shoe.

His friend who he called Ri-Bok
Who was once in a state of shock
Since he was very cold
Some clothes he rolled
And wore them to create the world's first sock.

There was yet another creative dude
Nikey, though many considered him rude
He overdid things a bit
His motto Just Do It
He even ran the streets in the nude.

The three were very close friends
The pioneers of many many trends
They cheated a lot
Bought things which were "hot"
And claimed the means were justified by the ends.

Once there was a bitter dispute
About the sharing of the loot
Ri-bok wanted more
Nikey was very sore
Adi-dasa pulled out a gun , ready to shoot.

Ri-bok was very afraid and mad
Nikey was enraged though scared
They jumped on Adi-dasa
They kicked his butt to NASA
All the competitors were now glad.

And thus the three friends fell apart
Though many of their fans didnt lose heart
They made the evening news
Marching nude albeit with shoes
That encouraged the three to make a new start.

Though not working together anymore
They were consultants for the same store
Clearly identified
Though their hairs were dyed
By the shoes and socks that they wore.

The story does not end as yet
For many years later their sons met
Decided it was time
To make many a dime
Once again the competitors began to fret.


So the competitors hired some thugs
To take care and squash these bugs
The sons were ready
Their aim was steady
They countered the guns with hugs.

Ada,Ra and Nick who were the sons
Embraced the men with the guns
Who just started laughing
Some even were coughing
Firing bullets by the tons.

Though the bullets did all hit them in the chest
The three sons finally did realise their quest
Soon they were wealthy
And quite hale and healthy
For they had invented the first bulletproof vest.


By

Helmet
(Sanjeev Vaidyanathan)
315 Narmad

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