The Washerman
A washerman in the habit of going to the river nearby,
To wash the dirts of the whole people of his village,
He cried croc..croc many times raising his voice once,
Neighbors came running to the river bank to know why?
All in laugh the washerman for his foolish funny,
The day followed also he enjoyed his same old comedy,
Innocent people came again running to save the washerman,
All in laugh he once more thinking all fools the village men,
Oh,a croc sailed in fact,washerman cried,not late the other day,
Came not men in hate but his fate as a long killer crocodile!
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