“joey” Poem by Rajesh G Pandharpurkar

Joey was his name,
Sheer innocence was his fame.
Courageous was he to his parents,
Face his enemy, he daren’t!

He had on his face, a pimple.
He was nothing, just, but simple.
He could not even groom his hair,
To look good enough to go to the fair!

He’d spend all his money,
Only to get a dropp of honey!

He hadn’t even a match-stick to ignite,
To make a hot cup of tea.
But he had enough guests to invite
To a hot, hot party.

He used to think, to build a bridge on the sea,
By throwing fistfuls of sand in the sea.

A soft-corner in his heart, he always had.
A jealous bone in his body, he never had.

His jokes to be told were numerous.
And of course, he a little bit humorous.
Day by day his jokes slowly passed across the bay.

There was not a corner in the world,
where his jokes were not told.

Now, even as he became old,
His jokes were always measured in gold!

And at last, when he died, even his bitter enemies cried! !

The people would say:
Joey was a man with a pimple, nothing just but, simple! !

--Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
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