The Journey of My Pen
Long years back writing just was a job,
To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob,
It then turned to hobby—
To numb noise my Dolby,
My life’s passion by now consigned FOB
Of an unpaid cabby,
A do-not-so hubby,
A horse in harness, show-off doorknob.
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FOB: Free on board as in shipments
Reflections |02.05.2023| humour
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2023
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