The Old Hunter Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Old Hunter
Busy in hunting throughout all his life,
The old hunter threw his rusted knife,
"I dislike this futile hunting."
"It'll cut again though blunting.
Knife is a knife", replied the wife.
Truly, knife is a knife whether blunt or sharp. it can only harm. A sharp, witty poem with a fantastic photo.
one more funny limerick....a good satirical poem....thank you
The rusted knife can do great work ones sharpened.. Knife is a knife
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:46:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And to care for life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.