Right in front of the eye
there was a cry
did not subdue with a try
rather rose very high
breaking the silence
exerted with diligence
showed no reverence
there was an inference
that it was a feigned one
an effort that is done
never at all for fun
but for a lively stunt
which inflicted a lot of brunt
not being done for a hunt
but being resolved by an aunt
who stood like a stone
and amended all the broken bones
with that kept the issue in tone
finally she was left all alone.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Nonsense”
Alas…some of the very young learn to fake misery to gain favor all too soon.