Mr.Loafer as the announcer
Rotating the draw
And asking questions,
Ay, the quiz-master quizzing
With the fingers striking the head
And on a revolving arm-chair
And the man quizzed
With the head on the hand,
I mean the palm
As has to return back to
If he backs not
With the dream bundles
For life and career
And Mr.Loafer revolving the chair
and asking
And giving time,
Extra time
And turning away
With the bundles
Of the company not,
But of the public assembled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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