Original Work!!! by SiD[ShakespeareInDisguise]....I'll be known as SiD from this moment onwards.
<Am is back from a Vacation and is greeted by A>
A : Hey, Welcome back Am. How was your little vacation?
Am : ‘Little’? Are you crazy? I’ve been away for 3 months!!!
A : Okay okay. How was it?
Am : I spent every single minute of my time thinking about you.
A : Really?...Aww. So sweet of you.
Am : Nah. I was just kidding.
A : Aah. You got me the there.
Am : You fell for it? Are you serious?
A : Nah. I am not ‘serious’, I’m ‘A’!!!. I thought you remembered my name. So not nice of you!
Am : Don’t get me wrong. I meant. Never mind.
A : I never minded it. I’ll shut up now.
Am : Yeah. You better. Hey, anything I ought to know?
A : Hmmm. Other than the fact that I’m getting an iTouch?
Am : What? You’re getting an iTouch? Who’s helping you rob the bank?
A : Haha. Very funny. I earned it.
Am : Like the Cadbury Bourbon? Just kidding.
A : Nah. You see, I did something?
Am : Tell me, you didn’t steal from me.
A : You didn’t steal from me.
Am : What?
A : You told me to tell it!!
Am : Idiot. Anyway, what else?
A : Hmmm. I read this book. “The monk who sold his Ferrari” By Robin S. Sharma.
Am : Does that ‘S’ in ‘Robin S. Sharma’ stand for stupid? Why in the world would anybody sell their Ferrari?
A : You got it all wrong. Read the book, you’ll know.
Am : Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen me read a book? SheeSh.
A : Come on.
Am : I am really sorry. I can’t. My constitution doesn’t allow me to read books.
A : From when did you become a patriot?
Am : From when did you become an idiot?....Hey…Look.. Patriot and Idiot rhyme.
A : WoW. You’re so imaginative.
Am : That I am.
A : Want me to write a poem on you?
Am : Sure but what will the title be?
A :…Drumroll please…… “Am the Patriotic Idiot.”
Am : …Was that a joke?....Oh…Let’s laugh. HeHe.
A : Okay Okay. Let’s stop now and have some real conversation.
Am : Fine with me. Hey, from when did you become a poet?
A : From yesterday?
Am : Oh. And what made you start writing poems?
A : There is this thing in the air that excites me.
Am : Love?
A : Electro-Static Energy. Duh!
Am : …What does electrostatic energy got to do with poems?
A : Sigh. You’ll never understand.
Am : So make me understand?
A : My pleasure….Go stand under that table.
Am : What?
A : You said you wanted to UNDER – STAND.
Am : Aah. Leave it you’re a moron.
A : Hey!! Who’s got a ‘m’ in their name!! Moron.
<Part 2 : Coming Soon>