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Mr.Page

by soma-mukherjee

I now present to you the talk of the town Mr Page He looks are deceptive; please don't be fooled by his age He lives alone in a house near to his office in front of a park He has far too many enemies for he is a loan shark Before I tell you more let me put a disclaimer Now days anyone can sue you, even a lamer So if there is any resemblance with anyone dead or alive It’s a mere coincidence, have checked all archive Mr Page as you read this, is now in a court Facing a trial bravely and holding on to his fort Lawyer asked him if he would promise not to lie Mr Page told, truth it shall be, till he would die Not only was he a loan shark whose guts every one hated He spoke in rhymes, even when he debated All he did was to threaten people all the time He made them sound ridiculous adding punches and rhymes When the lawyer asked, 'Mr Page can you show us how you rhyme.' He replied, ' No sir this is neither the place nor the time.' 'Besides I am not carrying any dictionary or copy of rhyme zone' 'Watch what you say Mr Page' said the lawyer, 'I don’t like your tone'. 'Order order', said the judge, 'I don’t want any rhyming in my court.' 'I can see my lawyers have started rhyming too', he added with a snort 'Do you see Mr page what a bad precedence you have set'? 'Why my lord how could I corrupt the court, ' said Mr Page, ' we have just met' 'There you go, rhyming again even when I told not to' 'Sir why are you so against rhyming I have absolutely no clue' 'Mr Page, please stop.' 'Sorry sir I will try to drop.' 'Mr Page I warn you.' 'I am trying, I am trying, and it’s hard! Phew' 'A phew! Did you have to add that'? 'Sir please, it’s all part of a chat' 'Mr Page you are not helping' 'Please my lord, stop yelping' 'What! How dare you! Handcuff him and put him in jail, No books, No net, No friends and No bail.' So you see this how Mr Page landed up in prison And for what, rhyming, which was certainly no treason Funny laws, funny punishments, this certainly was a funny case But the people were happy as long as they didn’t see Mr Page's face.
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Jul 14, 2011
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