Once to me came a fool, oh! He thought he was such a tool,
He said he was a poo-et, and he was determined to show it,
He dully droned on and on, dear lord it made me yawn,
Recited poem one after the other, him I really wanted to smother,
‘How to write a poem,’ he said, I swear my ears nearly bled,
‘I’ll be glad to tell you now,’ to let him continue I couldn’t allow,
‘Poetry is all balderdash you know; I’m actually a taekwondo pro’
‘I can’t do thou art thee,’ saying thus I did speedily flee.
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Love it also I loved the background music and goes without showing as always the narration…
Thank you Priyanka. Happy to know you liked the poem and the music. I try to find the right one to match the mood of the poem/story that i am narrating.