To My Gentle Little Jane

O! My gentle little Jane Amazing me with thy brain Being a writer thou shall gain When thy writings drip like rain I shall smile in thy reign Make it snappy writing pays Pick thy pen and stop delays Practise it in all thy days I shall witness thy heydays Thou shall live to make headways Seas and oceans never dry Garnished lines never shall die Make them colourful than a dye Paint like stars would paint the sky In the end thou shall soar high I know thou shall pull down rocks Moulding poetic lines like blocks Ignore all the talks and mocks Get thyself a very big box Where thy foes are kept like cocks Ensure those lines are worthwhile They shall marvel at thy style Thou shall give them a wry smile When they eat from the trash pile O! My gentle little Jane I shall give you a campaign Thou shall travel in airplane Being a writer thou shall gain