It is a dream that takes me through.
It is a stream that makes me go through.
It is a cream that adds to my charm.
Well, it is a scream that makes me back always.Variationd 
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Eating The Cream.
Eating the cream
and leaving the pie
has been his habit
gulps every delicacy
as soon as it is laid
quickly and avariciously
This culture has been inbred
and he has inherited it
from his ancestors perhaps
I know not from whom
or is it his quality private
as the years have made him old .
lest, what a fool
am I to think like that
as he is a find
from the lower
coming from a family
which has money
but no culture
and added to that
ha has no basic education
to amend and go through
life in fashion. 
The settlement proposal lay bare.
He was about to tear.
It had nothing to share.
It was all in all a flare.
He was shaking and fuming.
He angrily threw everything.
His exasperation was killing.
The situation was totally inundating.
The cream of his inheritance had been swindled.
He was left with little to rekindle.
He did not allow its value to dwindle.
So his siblings wanted to meddle.
They came up with a compromise.
It was an edict to legalize.
It was a ploy to legitimize.
It contained nothing to epitomize.
No wonder, he shook with indignation.
Their deceit was indeed an abomination.
Their desire was truly a profanation.
His ordeal provokes compassion.
He grew tall in stature.
His siblings professed no feature.
He called them faceless creatures.
Well, they have no standing in nomenclature.
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