It was a dark and rainy friday,
and everyone had nothing to say,
save mr. A who crossed me too many time,
and therefore prompted me to write this rhyme,

many a time i had tried to get with him,
and yet he couldnt bother on a whim,

whenever i converse to him with a smile,
all i get are looks full of bile,
or words of someone senile,

but i shall one day be free of this conflict,
since he'll be always in fict,

and if mr. A sees this,
he may say alot of hey!
though i would just look away,
for i am done with my say,

by chance you try to talk to him,
he too will sport a face just like the grim,
too much that it will make you scream,
and later it shall invade your dreams,

so now if you come across him,
please remember to look away,
for surely he has nothing to say,
except that he's fully gay.

done by yours truly,
mr. anti-mr.A