Idiotic letters keep mumbling.
Stand in a queue dearies,
"you need to go".
Time is ticking, each one of it bickering.
Half of it unaware,
Where to go?
Now they play, shouldering one another in a ring.
Ring-a-ring
Ring-a-roses
A tiny one is rolling out on the floor, it's friend tickling, a partner in crime in the corner giggling.
Catch your hands you loathing letters,
and make a word for this romantic weather.
"Let mischief be our way",
until he reaches his tether.
These silly alphabets say,
as they swayed,
gurgling on the book floor.
L-o-a-v-e-s
quickly they bake it.
'A' dear that's no place for you,
right now, he grumbled.
I want just need one of it for now,
he rumbled.
'S' should go and stretch its arm.
Remaining ones,please make peace and calm.
Be steady until I tell those naggers and get my alms.
By
Falguni Panchamatia
