Mr. Page - Poem by Soma Mukherjee
I now present to you the talk of the town Mr. Page
He looks are deceptive, please don't be fooled by his age
He lives alone in a house near to his office in front of a park
He has far too many enemies for he is a loan shark
Before I tell you more let me put a disclaimer
Now days anyone can sue you, even a lamer
So if there is any resemblance with anyone dead or alive
Its a mere coincidence, have checked all archive
Mr. Page as you read this, is now in a court
Facing a trial bravely and holding on to his fort
Lawyer asked him if he would promise not to lie
Mr. page told, truth it shall be, till he would die
Not only was he a loan shark whose guts every one hated
He spoke in rhymes, even when he debated
All he did was to threaten people all the time
He made them sound ridiculous adding punches and rhymes
When the lawyer asked, 'Mr. page can you show us how you rhyme.'
He replied, ' no sir this is neither the place nor the time.'
'Besides I am not carrying any dictionary or copy of rhymezone'
'Watch what you say Mr. page' said the lawyer, 'I dont like your tone'.
'Order order', said the judge, 'I dont want any rhyming in my court.'
'I can see my lawyers have started rhyming too', he added with a snort
'Do you see Mr. page what a bad precedence you have set'?
'why my lord how could I corrupt the court, ' said Mr. page, ' we have just met'
'There you go rhyming again even when I told not to'
'Sir why are you so againt rhyming I have absolutely no clue'
'Mr. page please stop..'
'Sorry sir I will try to drop.'
'Mr page I warn you.'
'I am trying, I am trying, it's very hard! phew'
'A phew! ! did you have to add that'
'Sir please its all part of a chat'
'Mr page you are not helping'
'Please my lord stop yelping'
'What! how dare you! handcuff him and put him in jail,
No books, No net, No friends and No bail.'
So you see this how Mr Page landed up in prison
And for what, rhyming, which was certainly no treason
funny laws, funny punishments, this certainly was a funny case
But the people were happy as long as they didnt see Mr Page's face.
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