the guy who was gay...

Walking down the street, err... jumping down the street, I met dis guy
i called him gay; and he said "please don't"... so i asked him why

i told him you look happy... and you do look gay...
he told me "no ... no mam .. no way...."

so i reminded him that he did laugh and he did jump and sing
he told me "he'll even dance and jump down the ring..."

he told me "he'll eat, he'll even cook and bake"
so i asked him whenever he was gay,did he always cut the cake??

he again told me "that he never was gay...
not now, neither never, nor any other day..."

I was getting all confused , so i asked him one last time...
why did he think that being gay was a crime??

he got irritated and frustrated and said "he couldn't bear..
being gay was not his thing, and on that he would swear..."

I had had enough and more I couldn't digest...
so i told him a bye and asked asked him to take rest

No rest he said as he showed me the way...
the place where he would party since he was happy that day...

Happy it seems, and I heavily sighed as i walked down the way..
that was the happy guy who refuses to be called gay!!