On the lad, they had put all the blame
He hung his head in shame
He was called a glutton
For gobbling some mutton
Poor lad, this was all that was his crime
Every poet is is a glutton, always engaged in gobbling new thoughts and digesting it as an inspiration to create the energy of poetry.
Poor lad so innocent that he cannot hide his feelings. No one looked at his innocence, but everyone blamed him as if he committed some crime. Another beautiful poem Valsa. Loved it.
One can't control hunger. Poor lad has done so. Is it his crime? This poem is composed in a humours way. Beautifully executed. Five stars.
The glaring Limerick points to the poverty of the and hunger of the small boy to whom the flavour of the dish might have been a temptation. The significance is that you have made it a super Limerick as charming as the taste of the dish...10
eat drink, be merry, world is full of variety don't harm other just live in legitimacy let them tell you are glutton earn true, survive with no swoon eat to live, live to eat, no problem, truth is free
Poor fellow, there is no control over hunger. A nice limerick to sum up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elders hide their inner feelings. He is a boy who displays his true feeling. Nice limerick to say it is not a crime.