Mercury boiling hot hot hot,

He went around prancing all about.

He went to his wife, when he was in doubt.

She advised him calmly what it was all about.

That was when he saw her that day,

Looking at him and smiling away,

He began to woo her in a different way,

Because to the world he painted himself gay.

He went back to life for his little Sun ray.

He was by far the lady’s star,

He had set his eyes on the Lonesome Flower,

She had all the love that she could shower,

In live, in person and an agent undercover.

The other was naughty as can be,

She wrote him in the Land of Mystery.

He was by far the Cockrel Husband,

He got banished to the different land.

Now he has the sand and babes and looking grand,

Till his ship sails to the no mans’ land.

That will bring about the end to the Hollywood band,

For he’ll then join the Naval Officer in his house so grand.  

Yep, that is the the talent of my Mercury,

He is by far the God of Trickery.

For the mind game rascal that he is,

He got the Queen of Hearts to become his.

Here is life’s paradox,

Stupid fellow didn’t have rocks.

When he says yes, it means nots,

And when says nots, he’s got the hots.

To her he always says a big no, his cock does crow.

And guess what he said, he doesn’t love her so.

Oooh!! That naughty chicken, he netted the black sheep.

Now she has to bleat for the tortise shell to keep.

Now she she’s off to KFC, for some finger licking food.

She eats there once in a way like any good girl should.

Well what can I say, you trickster, I don’t want you,

For god sake Honey, I Hate you too.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 1st January 2011