Iris Fernand
Long ago in a faraway land,
There lived a man, named Iris Fernand.
He was a handsome man yet so proud,
"Get out of my way,"he would say aloud.
His name was high and status great,
Poor was he though in conduct and fate.
Cruelty was his sword and pride his armor,
Worse he became with each hour,
Then something happened quite unexpected,
To the one who was widely detested.
Days passed by and no one saw him out,
A man came up and shouted aloud,
"Iris is now on his way to hell,"
They hugged and wished each other well.
Everyone hated Iris for he was too proud,
And no one was willing to give him even a shroud.
He lies down and pays now in hell for his deeds,
For his life was malicious, full of greeds.
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