The Mavericks

      They live across the lane,

      Every word there makes you insane

      Classic, modern or trendy;

      No definition suits their itinerary.

      They hatch the weirdest ideas

      In defiance, they site others phobia

      When scratching hair remains the sole option

      Even after resisting them as a precaution.

      The invisible, unexplained germ;

      Nourishes and grows term after term

      Take a closer look

      They bind you with this unknown hook

      Just found out what makes their clock tick;

      A unanimous reply comes to their rescue-

      Cause they are maverick.