Zady And Daddy Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

Zady was young boy his eyes were beady,
He used to take sugarcane, sweet, and candy.

Once he told his mother and to his daddy,
"Bring me vitamin I am getting weedy."

His daddy was clever and was too hardy,
He gave him a steed that was steady.

Zady set out with steed the path was sandy,
He pulled the bridle and steed became faddy.

It made him out set on a place weedy,
Zady said, "Bravo! I was not ready.