(This poem is a political satire)
Once upon a time,
On a certain date,
Us, the residents of jungle,
Decided to cast a ballot.
For establishing democracy,
Representatives were chosen,
Fox's slyness and lion's bravery,
For the candidature, got special mention.
Now, sir, the third candidate was introduced,
The name of which, left all of us bemused.
Not bear, not wolf and not even monkey,
It was but, sir, a loser, the donkey.
During the campaign,
They left no stone unturned.
From slandering to criticism,
Every vile tactic we observed.
I, owl the wise,
Could answer any query that arise.
But couldn't perceive,
The ruse called politics.
For when the result arrived,
Between fox and lion, it was a tie.
Later, they chose a leader,
And, sir, it was no one else, but donkey - the loser.
To this day, out of humiliation, I hide,
And so, sir, you only see me at night.
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
