indochick (every second three) - by Arunabh Das

Sunshine and sweetness and moonbeams amusing
She's coffee and crushed ice and brownies and cruising
She leads and you can take it to mean, she precedes
She survives and you take it to mean, she exceeds
Entrenched in moral helium, that makes her feel lighter
Spiritual oxygen, so you know you cannot fight her
She's devious and clever and mellow and yearning
She's all for your misty moonshadow learning
She's frisky her dainty exteriors belie
For indo-adventures on carpets that fly
She's feisty and at times in tempo with her tune
She's dormant and then she's over the moon
She's floatsam on mondays and mozarts and kraft
Spending an evening on town lake on raft
She's wheatsville and hyde park and wanton jadore
She's longhorns and bourdoux and lafeyette and more
Her future's past and the the past's been rescinded
Her course's been plotted and her peak's ascended
She's croutons, gazpacho and capers and gander
She's full of the milk of human candor
She's mystic and feline and bushels and kipe
She's torpid and retro allegro on tripe
Divulge her secrets and you know it won't confound her
Cause her dot's on her forehead and her fabric's all around her

- Arunabh Das