Do me a favour Don't flirt with me ever With shy sweet words Cause we are the nerds Like that we are branded Like a prize to be awarded To those with allure And you who seemed a cure From a passive existence To which we do penance As the things we earn Are susceptible to burn We did enjoy your company Like a heavenly symphony But the things we assumed Is where the cliche resumed While crying we are intense There's no pretense With the contemporary trends We end up a friends We heard, "Poor little thing" Don't pity us but bring The memory of our flight One with the mammoth might Here's a #collab prompt for #NaPoWriMo. #domeafavour #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
