Buffoon Reads History
I met a raccoon with a look so gullible;
Stumbling he came from a jungle called global.
Among the families with a very few high caste,
He lives in the periphery as an utter outcaste.
When asked to describe his present destiny,
He sneered and I said, "For villainy and tyranny".
His well-dressed ancestors lived in a mansion,
When those baboons began their expansion.
Buffoons have no love for incidents of blood,
So I’ll drop here, I’m sorry, just a tear-flood………
Thus, he has lost his wealth not for any thunder,
But for those ruffians’ out and out plunder.
Now baboons are so rich, but raccoon is so poor,
And they can sing songs, yet he mourns every hour.
If you’d get offended for recalling this history,
I’d drink a pot of toddy and munch a plate of pastry.
Feb. 26, 2021
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