A shirt torn, and a poet reborn

Robbie Keane, young and tame!
late he came,courting blame,
"Hey,you whelp, ripped my shirt?"
"Why, young master, you look hurt!

Summer day,there was no rain,
ever so hot, and all this fur!
all the reasons to cause a stir
that ugly green made me insane"


It's not my fault.I did not choose to re-enter the treacherous domain of poetry.I was forced into it by an esteemed fellow columnist for "The Undertones".

Dhananjay