‘twas a waylay
Caused by an affray
Oh! What a month of May
Holding at stake her heyday
Is there no other way?
As she in dismay
Ahead of her-the less trodden road lay
Came she across letters on clay
Talked about souls that went astray
As longed they in the bay
And souls willing to stay
Towards a morrow to pay
A game of choice to play
O’er all she solemnly pray
Just like an X-ray
‘twas shown her goals that are gay
She stood by the gathered hay
Palpitating impetus in the sun ray
Focus and will-power will make her say
Stay! Stay!! Never Sway!!!
She arrived at the top by the way.