Fool Poem by Kassem Oude

When he was a little boy
Was as foolish as toy
Hardly letters did learn
Tiny degrees did earn

The woman he loved first
Was too dirty and cursed
Nearly age of his mom
Although he was handsome

Betrayed him a long time
Put his honor under slime
Dissipated more money
Though she called him honey

More than lawyer he talks
On many roads he walks
Debts always he postpones
To everyone asks for loans

Submits many complaints
None of them wins one cent
Speaks to you when in need
He's like donkey a bad seed.

Sunday 1 June 2014