18 refusals, still I crave!

Today for 18th time, I asked for something and was refused... Don't ask me, what I asked for and what was refused or who refused it?

But it was fun to ask for this thing for 18 times and it was fun when I was refused... we laughed a lot, joked about it and still I am smiling...

What do I see, when I see the number 18? A sexy number, 1 looks like a proud man standing straight, while 8 is feminine and full of curves.. 18 looks like a happy couple standing close by...

Feel like singing...

Was refused for the 18th time,
Did I slump or faint on the ground?
I would rather sing a song,
18 is fun, but that isn't all..

Will start to count my way towards 19,
20, 21! yet I climb...
Will jump, scream and stamp down,
Would want to dance and waltz around.

I don't mind, if refused for a 100,
Would still feel happy and try another 100..
Given a thousand refusals, would still be counted...
Most importantly we are connected...

There are numbers from 1 to a million
There are words from 1 to a million,
Its an art, when I was refused,
Everytime a new word was used...


Was refused for the 18th time,
Did I slump or hit the ground?
I would rather sing a song,
18 is fun, but that isn't all..

I am not confused, I am sane,
I craved something and counted the "Nos"
Still I wouldn't shy away asking for a score,
Will wait for another 100 or more;

Toast to a cheesy 18... 
If people still ponder,
I can't help but say,
18 refusals, still I crave!