Out of Box Thinking

A poem penned in a very boring class this morning! Please read it and go crazy.

Box, inside a box, inside another box.
Lock, lock, lock.

Pleased was everyone, the entire flock.
He said, “You rock”, she said, “You rock” and they all said, “You rock”.

Eventually one day, lost was
The key, another key and another key.

Fock! Fock! Fock!

Enraged was everyone, the entire flock.
He was in shock, she was in shock and they all were in shock.

We had something precious,
In that box, inside the box, inside another box.

So, came everyone at me, the entire flock.
He mocked, she mocked and they all mocked.

I’m at fault, OK! But don’t just stand here you fools!
Don’t simply talk, talk and talk!

Drag your arse to the steets and search,
For the key, another key and another key.

Eventually we came across three people,
Brock, Brock and Brock.

Said they locked our keys in
A box, inside a box, inside another box.

Lock, lock, lock.

Eventually one day, they lost
The key, another key and another key.

Fock! Fock! Fock!

What was that precious thing,
In that box, inside the box, inside another box?

Well, it housed a key, another key and yet another key.
To the boxes of boxes, of the boxes of boxes, of yet another boxes of boxes!

Sketch Credits: Lakshmi Narasimha​

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