SVAN

Fingers at the ready,

Hammering the keyboard with a stance.

As silly jokes they crack,

Watch their eyes do a lively dance.

'Cut me some slack,

from your PJs', they say.

But you know they're really enjoying away.

Poking fun at Taklu and "Right!" and "Correct!",

Looking for a new victim to select.

Laughing loudly in a hallway of silence.

Not caring if, they cause nuisance.

Free-willed, marauding, conquering towers,

Gulping down on Fridays to diabetics' wonder.

One stands like a tank quenching his thirst,

The other full of pride of his name- fit to burst,

Laugh as one starts laughing like mad,

The idiots now like musketeers they stand,

Dedicated to those who understand...