• bktshering 10w

    Too Much Thought

    A man wondered upon the creation of the god, the almighty.
    Sitting on a rock, under a tree, pondered at the fruit trees, plenty.

    'The god must be crazy, for his creation looks confused'.
    'The big trees bore small fruits and the small hung big and oozed'.

    The wind threw down an apple, right onto his head, it caught.
    He cried in emmense pain, and had to reconsider his thought.

    He then wished, 'lucky it was just a tiny ripened pear.
    Had it been that pumpkin down there, much pain, he had to bear.

    Knowing nothing is sometimes better than questioning everything.
    Rubbing his head, he resigned home with a lesson like a bee sting.

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