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Chitter-Chatter (Reflection--) Wk - 1

"Hey bro, I feel so cold."

"Eh what? You got old!

See I knew you were getting wrinkles,

Under your old robe, glittering twinkles."

"Get your ears checked dude,

Lotta wax in those, under your hood.

I was talking about chills,

The air's cold, even under these quilts."

The two robed creatures sat talking.

Over the cold waterfall, no sweater, no stocking.

"Why you sitting o'er water, you dumb lad?

You freezing cold 'cause it's your bad!

Your quilt's all soaked with freezing water.

Come under the sun, get a li'l hotter."

"But, bro I really feel cold inside,

And maybe a li'l old and wide,

I think I got fat loitering around,

On this planet, round and round...

It's been centuries sittin' o'er here,

With no fun and nothing to dare.

People are born and they die.

We just keep sittin' here and lie,

To ourselves that we are the guardians,

Of 'time' - the mightiest!"

The other creature in its obsolete shiny robe,

Frowned with displeasure at this globe.

Where people are so rushed and busy,

No time to be happy and dizzy.

Where life is a scheduled monotony,

And, contentment vague and cottony.

"Oh but we are! The guardians you say,

Our work is to be at bay,

And see these fools rushing past their lives,

While unfulfilled dreams they contrive.

We just sit and observe,

Over the waterfall and conserve,

The hilarious human tales for our mates to see,

And laugh at their dumbness over some tea!"

...

A third voice was heard from some distance

The two creatures didn't even know of its existence

Looking at the third creature sitting afar

They shouted loudly in a tone bizzare

"Yo man, what were you saying again?"

"Oh nothing! Look some more funny men."

And the guardians of time chatted away, all merry,

While the time took a speeding ferry.

Oh! But they had eons to pass,

So their boring conversations would last.