No one knew why father
dropped his aitches,
or why he always wore
a long face in the company
of those dandies,
who flooded the neighborhood
with their customary
cock-a-doodle-doo.
they laughed, he too kept
a smile unwithered, tiny though.
they gave us pamphlets which
tasted of cockroaches
and biscuits which
told the unheard-of lies……
still father drops his aitches.
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3 comments:
so all the members of ur family like u are very poor in English..yeh?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
one thing more u have proved urself that u know to copy badly or imitate to use Eliot's Yeats' Easter 1916....hhahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah
one more thing too no three things really... rename the blog as PAZHAKI-PAZHAKI-
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