Grapes Are Sour
Grapes are sour
Mountaineering expedition to start
Jubilant Jack rushed to enrol his name.
Enthusiastic Jack thought to exert
effort to win lots of prize and fame.
Two months tough training was mandatory.
Late-riser Jack bound to wake up at five.
Rigorous practice seemed not satisfactory.
Hard labor! But what’s the alternative?
Comfort-loving Jack could not continue
What to do? Jack yearned for victory and prize.
Another event on next avenue:
Jubilant Jack searched and found on surprise.
He was delighted to join walking race.
Being bold brave jack walked in glory and grace
08/27/18
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