THIS IS A POEM WHICH TELLS THE STORY OF A BOY WHO DISLIKE RUNNING ERRANDS THUS THE FUNNY BEHAVIOURS AND ACTIONS OF THE BOY ARE SHOWN IN THE POEM.
THE ERRAND BOY
I’d love to wake up in an early morn
Out just to witness the dew
Even in the sun, I’ll prefer plucking a corn
Errandery, oh! It drives all joy away
Even in it’s minutae I’ll rather die facing a scorn.
Now that the razzmatazz of nature feels like vindaloo
Tossed around like a lost nylon, it gives no time to play
And day by day this will pry.
No time to fish , no time to swim oh! It drives all joy away
Oh! Mother give me a break
Errandery has gotten my peace dry
Am dripping sick , I lied
When she’s out,I sneak to lake.
Happiness is restored at least in mild.