Fruitful Woes
FRUITFUL WOES
A poor young fool
set out for school
Early one morning
With a bagful o' books
He lost his way soon
And went astray
To reach instead
An orchard at noon
The sun was hot
the fruits were sweet
He stretched himself
Under the shady trees
And within no time
Snored off to sleep
A loud thud sound
On his little crown
Made him jump
With a shriek and frown
Groaning in pain
Got on to his feet
With a heavy step
Trudged back to town
Seeing him weary
with eyes bleary
Mom asked what
he had learnt
Shaken,solemn
The fool sagely said,
'An apple a day
keeps the doc away
Unless it falls
on your head'
DateAug 28, 2016
Name of contest
Just make me laugh
Copyright © Sushma A. Singh | Year Posted 2016
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