One Dish Party Poem by Akhtar Jawad

It's a one dish party, help yourselves,
Dishes made by chefs I see on the shelves,
By a famous builder it has been organized,
As usual the media has too much criticized,
Some wrote he did it because he is an egoist,
Some wrote it's for his pleasure he's a sadist,
But most of the all known journalists,
Praised him and got many costly gifts,
In a vast garden the builder has planned a town,
See him on stage on his head is a crown,
A town where there are frozen mountains,
A city where there're canals and fountains,
A forest of trees with cute colorful flowers,
Always a cloudy weather with fine mild showers,
Dancing rivers with fish, like silver and gold,
Fairies with sloppy contours difficult to hold,
The builder has promised beautiful houses,
And fairies as charming sexy spouses,
To the chefs who make dishes the best,
Vegetarian, non-vegetarian both at the test,
Unfortunately before the test could start,
Supporters of various chefs turned over smart,
The difference of opinion was changed in a clash,
Like dogs and wolfs everyone was rash,
Lightings were damaged, furniture was burnt,
For the extremists it was a bug hunt,
Suffocated gathering in smokes of hate,
Fire extinguishers as usual too late,
So many killed and many more injured,
Unfortunately nothing there was insured,
Like Aliens police came then firing tear shells,
The gardens were changed in the burning hells.
Police is looking for the builder run away,
I am smiling like me beneath a broken table,
He is safe and sound with breaths stable,
A journalist when asked the chefs to comment,
"We condemn, it's not that what we meant! "