Thursday, 25 May 2017

Rhymes

(i)On a high after winning the race
He discovered his untied lace
On time and space
He wrote an essay with immeasurable grace
Mother visited his place
And discovered his home as an absolute disgrace
He ran away without a trace
At an astounding pace
Mother found him at Stacy's place
Slapped a dozen on his face

(ii)Jumping o'er the fence
In to the farm
And hence
I landed on the dung on my arm
The pig tossed me up in the air
Landing on the cow
The cow mooed and ran into a stair
I screamed owww ! 

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