I sat reluctantly by examination's order,
And was subsequently fed by intuity's feeder.
Then she came singing aloud,
Sending in array cluster's voice crowd.
With her tune piercing my hear,
My brain did itch and my eyes feared.
'Cos the brain is directed,
To her voice till the eyes is perfected.
With Joyful heart i looked wearily,
While she danced yet and sang heartily.
'Phew...phew', she disturbed my peace,
Till my eyes did theirselve fixed.
She wouldn't go without a scare;
It's the weaver- naked and bare.
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