Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Hard Luck Hubbard (From "Feelings", by Saleem Saim


A man called Rough Hubbard

Bought him a tough cupboard

To see his porcelain was not broke

He locked the cupboard so no boy could poke

Happy on his china in safety more

He stood the cupboard a little near door

When things were set, his heart got rest

His round eyes shone as he shook his crest

“Now none can finger”, he uttered, “tut, tut”!

Most loud thud! He slammed the door shut

The door thus flew as fiercely as it could

Into the cupboard that shook so good

Thousand small crocks in a careless stroke

Chink, chink, chink, chink all china broke

Hubbard was so, so sad a lad

Bad was not he, his luck was bad

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