Dad, Mullah And I Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dad, mullah and I

Unlike I
Dad was wise
He used tales
Gave advice
One of them
The Mullah’s

“There was once
A party and good dine
Mullah went was normal.
His clothes sort of old
‘You’re unknown and can’t come’
At the door, said someone.
He returned and went home.
Then returned, well dressed.
‘Please sir, you’re welcome’
He was led right to top
There were men of high class.
Food and came and mullah’s game
‘Eat sleeve, it’s your food.’
He kept on and all looked.
He told them what’d gone on.
Now, my son, be careful
These friends are not yours
They are sure, your money’s.”