A BAD SINGER
From dusk to dawn.
I hear foghorn.
Around his house, the place is like a unswept stone.
And he always sing with awn.
I think he is loon.
But, he always sings with a bassoon.
I loathe whenever he sings.
And he thinks, he is doing billings.
Sometimes he zipped.
He thinks he is good singer, whose name is gilded.
He has a tarnish appearance.
Because he is sluttish.
I know this poem is hoarse.
But for this poem, i will get a sash.
Please comment to improve us.
BY - Himanshu Tobaria
From dusk to dawn.
I hear foghorn.
Around his house, the place is like a unswept stone.
And he always sing with awn.
I think he is loon.
But, he always sings with a bassoon.
I loathe whenever he sings.
And he thinks, he is doing billings.
Sometimes he zipped.
He thinks he is good singer, whose name is gilded.
He has a tarnish appearance.
Because he is sluttish.
I know this poem is hoarse.
But for this poem, i will get a sash.
Please comment to improve us.
BY - Himanshu Tobaria
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