Chapter 1……The Parents
Once upon a time; in a swamp far far away,
born with a twisted fate;
was a stork with a straight neck.
His mom thought, "poor boy, he'd have trouble finding a mate"
The dad said, “First; think about how he would, for fishes peck?”
“Its all your fault!!” he added , "you didn't sit on it for long"
Infuriated, the mom did retort,
“At least sit I did, all you did was puff your bong"
He took up his pipe again, "he's not mine I'd say"
"My line has always had proper necks and ample bust."
"It must be his, the one with a black spot from the swamp next door"
"With him you've had your way, while I was fishing away."
"Mrs. Smith by the puddle , heard you crying for more."
She splashed water on his beloved pipe.
"You’re the one to speak." her face now red,
While you run around chasing short feathers, alone I go to bed.
All you've given me is strife and tears to wipe.
I've had enough; I am going to the lake by the hill.
Meet a better man; for the next season I will."
And thus the little stork with a straight neck,
Was left with no one to care.
__to be continued____________R.Ajay.Kumar
other chapters > www.managementparadise.com/search_article.php
Once upon a time; in a swamp far far away,
born with a twisted fate;
was a stork with a straight neck.
His mom thought, "poor boy, he'd have trouble finding a mate"
The dad said, “First; think about how he would, for fishes peck?”
“Its all your fault!!” he added , "you didn't sit on it for long"
Infuriated, the mom did retort,
“At least sit I did, all you did was puff your bong"
He took up his pipe again, "he's not mine I'd say"
"My line has always had proper necks and ample bust."
"It must be his, the one with a black spot from the swamp next door"
"With him you've had your way, while I was fishing away."
"Mrs. Smith by the puddle , heard you crying for more."
She splashed water on his beloved pipe.
"You’re the one to speak." her face now red,
While you run around chasing short feathers, alone I go to bed.
All you've given me is strife and tears to wipe.
I've had enough; I am going to the lake by the hill.
Meet a better man; for the next season I will."
And thus the little stork with a straight neck,
Was left with no one to care.
__to be continued____________R.Ajay.Kumar
other chapters > www.managementparadise.com/search_article.php