So my little monkey buddy just turned 8, and bored the night before, I sat down and wrote a goofy poem about him. Some of these things are true, and some were meant as a tease. He doesn’t really like Justin Bieber, or Katy Perry for that matter. But sadly he does like Michael Jackson (although that is waning - fortunately), and the dreck they play on Virgin 99.9.
Anand’s height means he’ll never be a jockey
but perhaps he’ll end up playing hockey
he loves the perennial underdogs the MapleLeafs
even if they stink like worn too long underbriefs
on a skateboard he hopes to sidewalk surf
in the mean time he’ll play with his Nerf
he’s obsessed with flinging foam blaster darts
and has expressed interest in learning raster art
his dad tells him “he’s totally whack son”
but he still loves the late Michael Jackson
he likes to sing and dance to the songs of Thriller
and really loves 99.9 Virgin Radios starchy filler
in particular he has a crush on Katy Perry
her songs stick in his head like a dingleberry
him and Rohan really love Justin Bieber
he makes them delirious as in a fever
they want to copy his mop of hair
and imitate his stylish fashion flair
instead of eating dinner he whines for cookies
which causes his uncle to give him noogies
he wants a husky as a pet
and really digs Boba Fett
that he’s multi armed and devious
makes him like General Grievious
but I don’t get his thing with Anakin
really dude, I’m confused and askin’
it takes a while, but years later
he becomes the evil Darth Vader
the mere thought of playing his Wii
fills him with a profound sense of glee
he hops around, flails about, and squeals
hurling glowing orbs and a stun ray
“aww come on!” he plaintively appeals
when the results don’t go his way
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