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 ! )
