'A Peasant in the Field'
The story of a peasant with a high strong ability,
Beyond the wide field, you can smell his Nobility.
Walked through the field that once had sowed,
With the working hands, that made the good bode.
The hands that respected the atom of the soil,
Until the duffer fossil treaded then spoiled.
A lot of the fruits he awaited them to ripe,
And looked after the harvest, whilst piping at his pipe,
Then managed to gather and put them in a box
With a careful sight, to the field wild fox,
The weakling fox that bite the master hand,
When there is no food, it deserts the band.
The harvest ready, the fruits were dangle,
Yet the Juicy lemon was fallen in a tangle.
Since the Juicy lemon was rot and stinky,
Moreover, its colure was looks like inky.
The mind of the peasant was spinning to solve,
The ways to expunge the trouble without involve.
Then the peasant released his wicked high laugh,
Since the idea took him a minute or a half.
He picked his basket and rest at the bank,
While loading the Juicy lemon belongs to low rank.
Then went to bazaar to sell it by the cheapest price,
Yet he could not stow it when he knew its false vice.
(Copyright © SILVER)
Verse with Rhyme
Kind: Mockery
2008-10-06
'A Peasant in the Field'
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