By Public Demand...

tis a tale

born in lab gone stale,

a pleasant mix

a group of six...

let us begin

with whom no one's akin

the CRO,

character white as snow.

Always a 'song' in his mind

kindness and innocence combined...

then comes a fella

with control stellar

the uncanny style is

a hit with liz

and a cheek that he cant hide

righteousness personified

next in line

dances as on cloud nine,

frankness and a smile

he'el go with you the extra mile

and had he not told

tis tale would not unfold

then comes poor Imsong

who just got dragged along

and didnt have a clue

of what he helped us brew

later is a silence

tall as a fence.

folks say family

he just smiles coyly

and were it not for coffee

tis tale no one could tell yee...

last but not at all the least

comes a garlic naan feast

he only said jha

and laughed haha..

rebellious to the core

but never will he bore...

And now that the tales told

its for yee to unfold.....

for only the moon bluest

could collect all of the ******

(Dedicated to Randy, Andy,Paul,Ian,Sam and Tom only ! )