Rules of Jungle

Poetry 1 Minute

There came the three,

The silent, short and troubled,

Settled down a tree,

Asking one and other

The first talked first,

About the rules and laws of jungle,

The second felt last,

While the third raised the fist.

There came the fourth,

Who cannot stand the noise,

Settling in middle,

The fourth spoke in murmers,

The third one lost the calm,

The Fist rose again.

The second found the sound,

Yet jammed it down the throat.

Day was neat and pure,

The tree was green and dry,

The rules and laws of jungle,

Stayed the same as then.

But the three of them and fourth,

Lost a teeth or two.

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