He had written a little..
in a snowish blue paper bit..
with an impeccable handwriting.
TOM in the church front asked..
why did y ou write all obscure..?
so abstract and indistinct
even my wife could nt fetch it well...
with a smile so grim he uttered
a reply so startling and more OBSCURE..
''Let my hands be conjoined with HERS
Let me endure her sweat so lure
Let my impetuous nose go wild to her hair black...
Then let her ears be melodied by my lucious symphony.....
That will be enough to flourish her towards my OBSCURE song..''
TOM departed with crimson faced..
but giving hard blows plenteous
THE IMPRUDENT stayed there for long..
staring at his own OBSCURITY......