Merp awaits his final journey
From the day of his retirement
To maintain the relations and
The cordial ambience intact.
This is considered his Plan-A;
But, he's offered plan B this way:
'Lock safely his principles and
Liberal mind in a locker;
Imprison his tongue with parole
For moving once in a blue moon;
If possible, try to open
The mouth for food and drinks with the
Occasional yawning being
Granted on prior permission! '
A person like Merp will always
Prefer the Plan-A to Plan-B.
(Composed with 8-syllable lines)
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