It's MICHAEL

When I was just a very little boy
I heard of a cute little ball of joy
I bounced and I bounced till the moon employ
A steady merry night with a friend named Roy
And we told each other stories with a girl named Chloe
Who knew another boy and his name was ubik

Now, ubik was a little bit weakened and sick
But then we all took a certain magic stick
And with a wee little wave ubik had recovered quick
Then he joined us on our ferry looking bright and slick
And we sailed through the night till the clock did click
Down the stairs we did go for a drink to pick
Would you know? It was nestle quik

Hi, it's me, UBIK! (Jeez)
Michael can be an elfish
His heart is never selfish
He's my surname and my sweetest dish
With him, life is a good harvest.
 
By the way, let me tell you a story
When I was a kid, I had a lovely marjorie
We rolled over the hillside memory
We sketched every sparkling reverie
We climbed every single local tree
Granted each other's wishes, we're the genie
The king's hat and the queen's jubilee
It's a Christmas rhyme blazed so merrily!
 
I feel the need to mention other loving souls too
George, Meena, Kyle, Rajvik, and others in incognito
It feels so breezy when I'm with you
Like a morning star on a mountain dew
I forgot about some other friends who broke me too
Thank you—somehow now, rain drops a few
I found eleven glowing moons, yet I still pursue.
I've read a thousand poems, which I may want to review.
 
But hey!
Don't think that this verse is absurd
The rhymes may sound awkward
But the lullaby is not the standard
I'm always seen, loved, and admired
Because all things are shiningly bright
So for you, Michael, I'll move forward.



© ubik


The best way to describe this poem is, one day when our hair is gray, when we got the time to read it again, we'll remember how happy we are today. @I_Am_Michael you are the fairest of them all.


[image sourced from Michael's imagination]
#ubikfeelsodd