Sometimes I think I am a fool
That cannot work with any tool:
What grain is good I cannot tell
Nor can I mend a simple bell.
If mother's asked to bring cucumber
She'll look amazed if I remember.
Sometimes I think I am an ***
That would woo a lovely lass.
But give me pen and some pages
And then enjoy the fool's images.
Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013
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