Waved down an auto
negotiated the fare;
Tuk-tuk it sped
With us in its rear.
Skipping over potholes
rocking us snug;
Delusional in its abilities
it raced speeding bugs.
Hopping across lanes and
scampering against one ways;
We toured the little city
forgetting our morose weekdays.
Years had passed;
Changes were many
Some of us even
had some pennies.
We three sat talking;
Three we sat mum.
Moronic trio in a blast of
our selves from the past!