A Mocking Button Poem by Danish Sarfraz

The pants without it seems mine,
Except it, were all fine.

The guests of festivity happily applauding,
It was me hardly plodding.

Joy's shining at everyone's face,
Luckiest me for hardest race.

Father of doll I was called,
Time and again the pants to be fold.

The preparation, the function organized plan,
Me seemed coming of barbarian clan.

The pants of mine spick and span,
Its button flown with airy fan.

Ceremony ended with happy note,
All blissful joys in picture caught.
(Danish Sarfraz)