No Pen Likes Doggerels To Pen

If asked, a log of wood likes to look good— All timbers feel no lesser than a teak, Even a brick from kiln's keen to show trick Given a master mason's classy mood; Every flower aspires to flaunt fragrance, And still looking good which it always would, Or get picked for a rare floral romance In a bouquet— not fade in lonely wood; And no shrubs would like to get pulled as weed, No bird likes to be Dodo not to fly, And every dog to boast of a rare breed, All reputations like to reach sky high. So too no pen a paltry piece to pen, But a poem that would tall praises span. ___________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.02.10 |