When the modern loafer boy
While talking with the cowherd rustic girl
About modernity and modernism
Said it about his shaving of the beards
And joked about unusually
With the gifting of his unkempt shaven beards
If to be given as a bouquet of flowers
To be preserved
Which she taking to supposed to be believable
But when came it the sense she
Smiled and burst into a laughter
To hear it,
Are you making me fool of
Your plastic flowers?
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