Ode To A Flighty Bong: For Aditi B

Aah! They conspired to limit my craft
With fewer lines in the box, I feel quite daft
Ne'ertheless I try, to retain my bite
(At least to honour, your inviting invite)
What, if the Ryze box, does run small
A sequel can make the verse seem tall

So, the sequel begins, after the interval
With our clever desi ways, they can never tell
They can limit my words, put me in a box
But my sequels come flowing, as I scheme like a fox
(And then, you really made my day
By referrering to "Whose line is it, anyway?)
So you have begun work, with all its pains?
India's loss is Canaada's gain?
Since when did the emigre spirit get the Bong
I thought you were homebirds, but now I am wrong!