Hey there people... here's another one of my childish rhymes. Do notice the cool rhyme scheme I have managed to belt out this time.
Blessed are those, who pain, have seen,
For it’s them, who know, what happiness does mean.
Cares more about life, than you, a teen,
About to die, sickeningly lean.
In England, go and ask the queen,
Draped in clothes with a silky sheen.
Does she care, for the soup in her tureen?
And then there’s a homeless, who’d kill for a bean.
How does one keep a garden green?
By wasting water, in amounts obscene?
To know the value, of water, clean,
Travel to a desert, with an empty canteen.
People who always appear pristine,
Also lose their cool, umpteen,
Cussing at people, exhibiting spleen,
Lessons in life they also glean.
The future holds what, who has foreseen,
Something lying around dirty, unclean;
Could also someday bring about, preen.
So nothing in life, should you ever demean.
Nothing in life should you ever demean.