My Island of Bliss.....

Peter D’mello is not working today.

Off he shrugs his shoulder and turns around to say,

‘Don’t bother me with frivolous work; it’s time for my siesta.

I will wake up only by evening, ready for some fiesta.‘

When D’mello awakens, the oath is taken.

‘To Kings Beer and Tiger prawns, I hereby surrender

The moment gets jazzed up to the strumming of a Fender

Laughing & Singing & Jiving & Living......

Anchoring my laziness on a hammock of sloth

Under the golden sun I bask

No worries…not a question, I ask

Fixing that golden fizz on merry sands

What happens next is out of my hands......’

I too will move to Candolim

The moment my plane touches Dabolim

The mood may last from dusk to dawn

And the fun might just go on and on

Flying & Swaying & Smiling & Playing

I’m off to Goa and nothing’s amiss

Am soon to reach my island of Bliss!!

(All characters in the above text are fictitious . Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental :-P)