Ditto With Uniform And School Boys

I'm not a potter when it comes to meter, but matter is what I scatter into your bio Via words game- -oh met I, murmuring water, in the river lies with its quiet rustic and pristine scenery, a hint of joy is seen oh. It isn't rhyme or verse that makes a poet nor feet and meter a writer. Oh neither black coat produces pleaders nor khaddar leaders, ditto with uniform and boys. Joyous of heart and agony of spirit kept side by side, the old and new wed, unfamiliar mingled with familiar in the charm of my writing, yo!