Uncle Marco and His Gilded Hat
Uncle Marco of Milan lived far off
He always sneezed and had a bad cough
Everyone feared he had caught the virus
They evaded him like poor Lazarus
Though grown up, he was more like a child
If anyone teased, he would instantly turn wild
And for the very reason, he would go mad
Once from the market, he bought a gilded hat
Wearing the hat, he ran after an impish brat
On his way he had to cross a mountainous track
Midway he slipped and fell off a steep rock
Diving down, the poor man broke his neck
From the heights as he landed down flat
He sobbed- “Now what use is for my hat”!
April.17.2022
To Lighten the Load Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Angela Tune
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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