To My Gentle Little Jane
O! My gentle little Jane
Amazing me with thy brain
Being a writer thou shall gain
When thy writings drip like rain
I shall smile in thy reign
Make it snappy writing pays
Pick thy pen and stop delays
Practise it in all thy days
I shall witness thy heydays
Thou shall live to make headways
Seas and oceans never dry
Garnished lines never shall die
Make them colourful than a dye
Paint like stars would paint the sky
In the end thou shall soar high
I know thou shall pull down rocks
Moulding poetic lines like blocks
Ignore all the talks and mocks
Get thyself a very big box
Where thy foes are kept like cocks
Ensure those lines are worthwhile
They shall marvel at thy style
Thou shall give them a wry smile
When they eat from the trash pile
O! My gentle little Jane
I shall give you a campaign
Thou shall travel in airplane
Being a writer thou shall gain
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