Non-Limericks

These are some lines that I wrote about some of my classmates.

From the desert State comes this naughty boy,
The fairer sex thinks he is a little coy,
The object of his affections is in a far, far place,
But the sound of the YM is what makes him race.

From the edges of space comes this Gray Hole,
He claims to be a veggie, but spares no fowl,
The story behind his name to no one he tells,
For what goes in is something and what comes out is something else.

Among the many bachelors, he is the married man,
You stir him a little and he doles out his gyaan,
His chats with the Profs are a part of folklore,
At the sound of his footsteps, they run from door to door.

From the marshes of the west comes this solemn guy,
He does everything in time and hardly seems to try,
His clean image, to date no one could besmirch,
Until came along the dame in the Methodology of Research.

From the big Metro hails this old man,
With a memory to store everything his eyes can scan,
Putting fundaes before the exam he loves most of all,
But his favorite pupil is the One that is Small.