There was a snap.
Tut tut it broke in a slap.
It broke into pieces from the top.
Dum dum it fell in a flop.
It looked miserable from the slot.
Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.
Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.
Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.
Could it be redeemed from loss?
Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.
Was it a piece of glass that lay shattered?
Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.
Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?
God forbid buying again would be a vanity.
It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.
It was an abstract design in feature.
It was not visible in nature.
It was highly emotional in stature.
The proximity to the theme is drawing close.
It was the filial relation that fell apart in blows.
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