Hi Everyone,
This is my first attempt at poetry, dedicated to my dear son:
Let us see if Pavan can
be a little gentleman.
Let us see if he is able
to sit still for once at table.
Thus Papa bade Pavan behave,
and Mamma looked very grave.
But poor Pavan, can't sit still,
To Shanu's embrace, he wriggles,
To Tanu's graces, he giggles.
See the naughty, restless child
Growing still more rude and wild,
And Papa made such a face!
Pavan is in sad disgrace.
No food for him, declared Mama
Poor Papa, and poor Pavan
Look quite cross, and wonder how
we shall have our dinner now.
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