Imagination
IMAGINATION
The mother ideology of fiction
Putting to bed new and sound diction
You inspire all to meditation
In the right mind we bear no frustration
Little you are conceived like foetus
Now you stand tall as the statue of Zeus
Who can with you not dictate?
And to whom can you not irritate
Lead them o! Not astray
For they know you nay
Allow your learned educate
And you’re wise o! Prelate
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