Matching Poem by gnrao rao

I saw the dew on the grass,
There were roses a few.
She tried to sew
the shirt.
But he bought
a shirt new.
It was his aim,
to make the light dim,
somebody told him,
his spectacle rim,
is broken,
He was at
the railway station,
Where he lost his bat,
He saw it neat the cat,
The cat was fat,
It didn't wear a hat,
Though it was lying
on a mat,
He gave it a rat,
and also gave a pat,
on its back,
He got back his bat
From the fat cat,
The cat caught a rat,
from where it sat,
it didn't pay the vat.