Still ferociously singing;
Isn’t this the greatest trait
Of our very own Mr. Red Pumpkin?
Still has the balanced number of friends;
Isn’t it obvious that
He mugged the life to find better ends?
A lousy vanilla biscuit,
He drops every night on the road.
Then wakes up every morning
To eat the disgusting scone;
Excitingly, ahead of every mystery,
He blabbers and walks slowly
Along the radius of his twinkling paradise
To render the sad perspective of being happy!
Keep saying to yourself
You lift the world on your shoulder,
But Mr. Pumpkin enlightened us that
Inside, you are just another depressive crier!
19th poem on the 19th day of NaPoWriMo 2016 challenge.
Are you also as crazy as Mr. Red Pumpkin then you must introspect. What do you think this human beahaviour? Tell in the comment section.
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