Terse Verse: The Nerd

I was a fresh-out-of-high-school kid when I saw a notice at NITK for the Crrescendo Creative Writing Contest. One of the topics was “The Nerd”.

I fail to remember the motivations behind this piece of work, apart from the promise of a prize and eternal fame, and also the aabb rhyme scheme… it was five years ago… (Omigod, half a decade? I’m ancient!). I refrained from publishing this for various reasons, and then forgot all about it. I remembered it recently, and it was thankfully saved in my inbox. So here goes nothing. Remember, this is the teenaged Priya writing πŸ™‚ not the jaded worldly-wise girl in her twenties. If some phrases make no sense to you, you’re not alone… I don’t understand it totally, either.

Read on for a healthy dose of romance, violence and books.

The Nerd

Deep down ’round dark tomes

In a building of glass and chrome

Was he.

I don’t know how he looks

For his face forever faces books

But I did catch a glimpse

Of long and lissome limbs

And erect gait and five-foot-eight

And wondered:

How the hell does he breathe?

His nose is covered by sheaths

And sheaths of printed pulp

Which he absorbs in a single gulp.

I wondered some more

As I made towards the door

What could be his name?

He was not new to fame,

Some called him geek, some called him punt

He answered these aliases with a funny comic grunt.

But he said not a word

When I called him ‘weird nerd’.

The notice screamed ‘Silence Please!”

My heart thumped hard, ill at ease.

I asked him out on a date

He replied, “Today’s the twenty-eighth,”

He sat there alone, looking dazed

Into plain blank space he gazed

‘Twas then that I had enough of nerdiness

And proceeded to knock His Weirdliness

Off his seat, face red as a beet.

“Crash!” went his extra eyes

I pulled him up in a trice

I saw the look upon his face

Shouldn’t have done that, what disgrace.

Nerdie was playing hard-to-get

And refused to fall into my net.

But now the ice [eyes] was broken

Sorries said, words were spoken.

I cried, “What are you doing in this lib[rary]?

You deserve to be up there in the sky!

Greek God, what a fine face

You hid behind tomes all these days!”

Said he, ” ‘Tis all part of the image,

Survival instinct in this day and age.

Wormy geeks get better deals

Than playboy types and other stereotypes.”

“Yea,” I agreed and did proceed

To bury my nose in voluminous tomes.

About wanderlust

just your average books-and-music person who wants to change the world.
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3 Responses to Terse Verse: The Nerd

  1. Tuna Fish says:

    I love this poem πŸ˜€

  2. Wonderful gal .. Loved it. . πŸ™‚

  3. chethan says:

    ya.. me too πŸ™‚ too good πŸ™‚

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