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Here is a conversation in MSN between Neon and I. Dunno how this ended up, but here it goes...

Antarius says:

back

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

to the future

Antarius says:

in the past

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

when the world was new and the grass was mowed

Antarius says:

and the towering trees were but seeds sowed

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

nah this ain't fun

Antarius says:

so with this, the rhyme is done

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

yes its time to eat some bun

Antarius says:

under the mellow setting sun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

dun da dun da dun

Antarius says:

but my words are just short of none

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

so what can i do, become a nun?

Antarius says:

no, take out and use the gun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

so i shoot someone and run?

Antarius says:

no, shoot off, thats no pun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

and this was told by the father to his son

Antarius says:

over a glass of bourbon

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

when entered the pub, Robert Langdon

Antarius says:

and his trusty sidekick Samson

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

they had come to the pub for their luncheon

Antarius says:

which was cooked on Teflon

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

which surprisingly weighed a ton

Antarius says:

as it contained some fresh dimsun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

After eating, the duo left on a Harley Davidson

Antarius says:

which seated 2 person

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

U forgot a 's' there, u son of a mason

Antarius says:

and the bulb went from off to on

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

and made dhruv feel like he had to use the jon

Antarius says:

only to escape, that was the con

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

oh how fast he ran across the lawn

Antarius says:

unfortunately, in the big scheme he had pawn

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

he had forgotten to account for the Pakistani newspaper, The Dawn

Antarius says:

because he had to fight out using not brain, but brawn

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

so before one could say beteleguese, he was gone

Antarius says:

sacre bleu! non

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

French is boring, yawn

Antarius says:

i kill you with a shotgun of which the barrel has been sawn

Antarius says:

are you there, machaaan?

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

I was watching Kbc with Amitabh bachchan

Antarius says:

what about Abhishek Bachchan?

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

I dunno, he is the son of Jaya bachchan

Antarius says:

son of a gun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

I know! He has the money to fly to London

Antarius says:

i have got stun

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

It's a good thing then that you have pension

Antarius says:

to buy a mansion

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

In that case, will you please sign a petition

Antarius says:

will u burn it on a Bunsen?

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

Whatever you say, I want to meet Sushimita Sen

Antarius says:

ill come with you - grin

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

hmmm, thats a weird chin

Antarius says:

for a car to spin

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

the driver has to drink a lot of gin

Antarius says:

and crashed drunk, into the dustbin

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

That was the end of the driver called Lin, and what do you say we put a stop to this bullshit of a poem that is worthy of being trampled over by a bowling pin

Antarius says:

that hurts, need aspirin

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

Well I am willing to bear the sin

Antarius says:

now i need to go and will see you another rath or din

Antarius says:

cover your face with cloth - muslin

ÑΐЎǻиŧħą says:

you better put this in your blog, your so called linchpin

Antarius says:

so be it, blog it will go in