watery porridge
GASP! a soggy oat
slips past the beadle
onto the floor
urchins pounce
~ splat!
When you in problems brittle
None come to assist a little,
You feel lonely, deserted beadle.
Let it be Newton or Aristotle
None can devise pain of rustle
One undergoes when rattle
By problems and no hope ripple.
But the world is not ignoble;
People like Hardik and Rakesh able
Come to help needy on bicycle
And go without pride for supple.
See Geeta, Koran, Jina or Bible
You find many such people cackle
The vice importance of boodle
And about people craving like turtle
Behind mild money, a bad pustule.
So friends, let us all unshackle
Flattery, selfishness and battle
And be sympathetic, virtue fertile.
I saw an old guy,
Looking around outside,
Just like a spy;
Peering into the sky,
With beadle brown eyes,
That matched his tie;
That I would not buy -
But I would that pie,
That the old lady tried,
To keep from the fly;
That constantly went by,
Angering her to cry,
Which I wondered, why?
Then I saw the old guy,
Swatting the fly,
She stops and sigh;
For the poor fly dies,
And she yells, "oh my!"
As he adjusts his tie,
Then happily says, "Goodbye!"
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