A village simpleton saw a strange thing,
An honest man, he took it to the king,
Prompt who felt, let more heads decide,
That is where he thought wisdom lied.
A layman saw but from one side,
A man of ken from every side,
A biased man stuck to a single side,
Man lettered (what else?) took time to decide.
And yet, no one could clearly say,
A learned man was then brought into fray—
A pundit, he looked from every angle,
Faltering yet into deepest tangle!
A village bumpkin watching rather keen,
Then offered, ‘why, ain’t it just a pumpkin’!
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- Sonnets | 04.03.08 |
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