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Rain Untimed

There was a lady in her late thirties She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl Naughty devils but the lady’s whole world The lady was always in makeup from morning to night Spending money on cosmetics you can imagine the lesser half’s plight That never deterred her from buying new things in the markets Every day there would be deliveries in boxes and baskets One day the lady went to a wedding party with her little daughter The daughter was so happy and enjoyed the party till the wee hour While returning, it started to rain heavily and not a soul on the road There was no cab to take them home nor transport of any mode It rained and rained until their dresses were fully stained With patches of dirt that clung, their bodies tired and strained The waterproof makeup was no match for the heavy downpour And washed away the grease from face in six minutes and four The little girl was horrified to see a stranger holding her tiny arm In a stuttering voice, she asked “Aunty where is my pretty mom? Why are you holding my arm and where are you taking me? I want my mom, you witch, don’t think you’ll have me for free” With that, the little girl began shouting and shrieking In no time a sizeable crowd gathered from nothing They enquired about the reason for the commotion The lady replied quivering with fear and emotion That the makeup had washed away leading to confusion The little girl did not recognize her mother due to misconclusion The heavy rain had washed away all remnants of vanity And she now stood before her child like a criminal, about to lose her sanity That day she understood the importance of looking at her original self And to never wear makeup to confuse the child and fake herself The little girl, all grown up and beautiful whenever goes down memory lane She laughs out loud but neither the mother nor she wore makeup again

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Date: 2/22/2024 1:57:00 PM
ha, that was kind of funny. I'd never so much makeup on that it would completely change me. Women do need mascara and lipstick, however, for sure
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MB Farookh
Date: 2/23/2024 3:25:00 AM
Thank you, AD. It was a joke I heard somewhere and tried to build a story around it. No offence meant to the ladies though :)
Date: 2/20/2024 6:04:00 PM
Interesting take Faroooook, but I'm not sure the ladies are gonna give up the makeup, if ya knowhatimean
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MB Farookh
Date: 2/20/2024 11:12:00 PM
Lol, even multi-billion dollar cosmetic industry wouldn't want them to give up. Thank you, Tom.
Date: 2/20/2024 12:25:00 PM
Quite a profound fable, MB! This is as good as any Aesop fable on the importance of not hiding behind vanity's mask but letting our intrinsic beauty shine. Creative rhyming! Well done. I enjoyed. Blessing to you.
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MB Farookh
Date: 2/20/2024 5:48:00 PM
Thank you, Sam. Your comment means a world to me. You're too kind. Blessings to you too. Thank you, once again.

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