Arabian Night
In peak summer,frightening dark an Arabian night,
Khalif Omar busy,putting his things in black and white,
Under an oil lamp throwing not much but little light,
Suddenly gained access his room his wife with Omar to sit,
Omar screwed his hand and ceased the lamp that let to lit,
Why?asked his wife,Omar in a voice like from a well or a deep pit,
Oil from the state's coffers not to burn for others,said Omar bit,
This teaches a lesson for all in power to make their seats proper and fit!
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