The Breakfast of Scandal
THE BREAKFAST OF SCANDAL
Once upon a lofty testament
The blue print of a rhapsodic love furls
Among the two betrothed by a mutual affection.
Their love echoes and here to stay and born.
Their twin love merges to one
By the highly acclaimed folk,
A great éclat from dawn to dusk;
The world transfixed with joy;
Those who could not attain such,
Wish themselves the devil's blow,
And a few carapace of such great virtue;
Their footprint on earth the words of all.
Their matrimonial altar lay upon trust,
They stay in quietude and harmony,
None will one-day dream to dispute them
Or to harmonize their grievances;
They stay like the two eyes that never share a duel;
If all could by a means be like them,
The world forever shall glamour and clamour peace,
They love so much, both at the table
And in the "washing room" helpmeet they are.
Sometimes cited by the arbitrators to their client,
Sometimes a pacesetter to the religiously inclined;
A perfect example to the world around and beyond,
Both the dramatist and the poet their critics they always be.
And the kings sit and take no decision without them.
While the works of men decay,
At the credo of indecision,
The ploughing of scandal overtakes the bedrock of trust.
Her faux-pas display a maximum foolery,
In the eyes of the fire on the cloud,
She burnt their property,
And sent her lover to hell,
And swallowed a knife.
A mystery to the world unraveled,
Each hand on the chin awaiting solace.
The world is borne and grieved;
Ours is to bear and stoically shaved.
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