The bulky sweeper
Sitting in the remote corner
Burst into a loud laughter
As if the new tyre has a sudden puncture
‘Excuse me dear sir
Let me inform you that here
You are a new leader
None of the former(s)
Had ever gave me order
I well know my duty
But all this dirt is a beauty
I suppose you are a veg
So you are irritated at this garbage
Leave away this rage
Or I must repeat my old pledge
That I will treat the garbage properly
So I always let it breathe it properly
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