It was clean bowled

Of all permutations and combinations  

He yorked the question "If I liked his profile ?"

Wide opened brain mumbled , 

Really a duck soup ?

Watching me being pensive 

Universe sneakingly rolled the dice

Funking eyes planned to sleep off this One 

But his yorking made them outstare

Stubborness bulwarking the wrecked pieces ,

thought , that six was rolled 

And so went the Heed to open the door .

Turning and tossing and Hanging on the door

I gaped at Universe for a hand 

Only to see It , mastering the yorking .

Rolling my eyes , fumbling with knob

I implored for a clue .

Go with the flow , whispered the chum !

Stuffing up with air , I Pushed it outside

To get clean bowled by the Yorker !

The groovy brain whistled 

"We were Pulling a Push door" 

Beaming cells looked for the final signal .

Smilingly and With drumrolls ,

Universe pointed to the dice

It was One !

Reviews

[Lux]

Perfect piece with touch of humour .Loved it

[Roshin]

Thanks a lot Lux :-)