I wish I had mugged up
Or leafed through the pages
At least once or twice
When my fancy was bent upon
Watching hollow beings
Only to tickle The bone
And made no beeline
For clobbering the canvas
I would not cast my eyes around
To get a bonus under the vigilant roof
Nor would i receive chiding
At the cost of one precious minute
For sure i would come out of the hall
Smiling with much contentment
And be the chief guest at the gate
To be welcomed with open arms
And champion the cause of parents