Tushar Jain,
The world’s greatest sane
Had to bear the pain
To go to Spain
For avoiding rain.
He crossed the lane;
Cut his mane;
Ran on the plain;
Once and again;
Went past the crane;
Booked a plane;
It crashed into a train.
He broke the chain
With his cane.
Over the Danes;
Towards Spain;
But at last, he was in vain
For Spain had encountered rain.
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Ya, and dearly loving rhyming myself, I quite enjoyed it with a smile as well...it's a wonderful first footstep into the world of poetry....excellent! You might classify it under "humor" for it is amusing...and silly...and delightfully rhyming!
yeah, haha!
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