The world is full of fools’ theory Listening to them I feel weary. Such egoistic heads tell not to worry And at our back talk oscillatory Bad about us, creating a crematory Where they bury their own glory. They have a bad attitude of sanatory Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory Listening to them I feel weary. I too had such a mad hoary Who was ready with an itinerary, Where all bad & deceit come corollary As she had a base habit of obfuscatory. She knew less concepts contemporary And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory Listening to them I feel weary. Would always ask if I hunky-dory? We knew those emotions were vapory – Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory! Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory, Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory: Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory; Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary. Would always ask if hunky-dory? At first I tried to be a promontory So that I can save her crematory; Blind with pride, less corroboratory, She spurned me having derogatory. Now also I pity her as she is a hoary But wish she improves her oratory.
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