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Keats, the entertainer
My uncle’s name is Keats.
He eats all kinds of sweets.
This habit, his caring wife hates
Saying that his sugar levels it dilates.
One day one of his friends visits his house,
Hands over a box of sweets to his spouse.
To have one from it he tries,
This, his wife strongly denies.
Secretly he looks for them like a mouse.
He opens the lid of every container.
Oh, he is such a perfect entertainer.
She tries to hide sweets from his sight.
And thinks what she does is quite right.
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Srinivas Veepuri
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