Chapter 4 ………Moving In
Out of the morbid booth ; came the little stork,
Wringing his little straight neck in pain.
Felt like ; had he been , with a guillotine slain.
Even though refer he did not ; to bread or cake.
All he ate , through a straw on the way , was gut juice,
From the fishes , the lion caught for his sake.
Finally did he see ; the whole MCS H.Q .
North to the lake , was a forest dense,
Grasslands to the east ; a stretch arid in the west,
Divided by neither a wall , nor a fence.
In awe ; the little stork heard the lion speak ,
“Peaceful coexistence , our motto ; is for the best.
Favour we do not , the ones strong or the meek.
In a few days , you’ll learn ; In stating so , I did not jest.
“Go to the dorm by the lake.
Show your neck, and the instructor- warden ;
The pouch less Pelican will let you pass.
Remember to get up in the day’s wake,
For learn will you , from him in the class,
How to spruce up and survive,
Be wary though , since desires he ;
A discipline on par with a beehive."
-------to be continued----R.Ajay.Kumar
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