Markets' Kick Poem by Nikunj Sharma

I am gonna invest in the stocks;
Do u hear? My dear mom! ! !
Yes I do, but remember my son;
Investing is serious, It aint no fun.

Don't worry Mom!
I know how to play.
How to get in;
And get out next day.
At times I shall buy;
Without paying full.
U know these OPTIONS? ? ?
Used by a BULL.

I know how to short,
And then cover it up.
Money this way;
Shall fill my cup.

No worries mom,
As nimble footed I am.
Never shall set my morning SUN.
Large caps are boring
Mid caps are now dull too
I have spotted some pennies Mom
For my dreams to Quickly come through..

Then I shall buy a car;
And a dream home too
Mom you just wait;
For this Bull Run to come through.

A big guy is a friend of mine;
Gave me some tips, over the wine.
He pulls the string and makes big buck;
He's the king, who writes his luck, .
In his company, there are only a few
And I am one of them;
That's true.

Mom kept mum, perhaps knew outcome.
Options, trading, tips and fun;
Leads to happiness for none.

The son came back one night bit dull;
The storm destroyed his boat's hull.
The friend was gone and so was gain;
All he was left with, was hope and pain.

No car for now and surely no dream home;
No tours to Paris, no holiday in Rome.
Realized the son, the market rules
In the end.
Its a phenomenon, not a trend.
Unfortunately one doesn't hear its music;
One doesn't learn the trick;
Till he gets from market;
A firm kick.