Late You complain to me, Of late no heed I pay to thee, Let me reveal to you today, The mystery, You incessantly ply us with rhymes, And dear me what a farce, Even a snake don't elicit fear, Or a clouded lizard such appal, Like your undeterred drivel, I stop and I see you, I run and you follow me, I even hear you through doors, Or above the heavy traffic roar, Even while sleeping you recite verse, Oh! how the same old nonsense, At corners I see, If you're not lurking, Ready to bombard us, With your latest poetry, But what else can you be, You are a poet ain't ye. #late #wotd #yqbaba
