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FIRE

I fled from the clutch of boss To stay clear of drop-dead day My head was buzzy, eyes fuzzy As if stepped on a big stingray. They call me an angry ghost A poltergeist of neighborhood They are very right my wife says You are too ill-mannered and irrecoverably rude. I am an epitome of conflagration and sting my son like Bumblebee My daughter Fay in the month of May Cudgeled me on and I took a knee. I am spontaneous that I can say Like a thunderbolt on Vanderbilt Although I am scared of a rainy day I admit this is my only guilt. 05th May, 2018

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Date: 5/7/2018 10:59:00 AM
I suppose the title refers to a fiery character, Rajat! Nothing wrong with being spontaneous as long as one does not go too far with words or actions. I enjoyed this poem which also includes some witty images:) Regards // paul
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