1. He reaped what he reaped then left,
Denied at first then confessed,

2. Thinking the short poem would prevent indulgence,
Yet you have a hint from him,

3. And of what he reaped, a hint,
So ask his cheek, why did it show,

4. And when it showed, why did it stop,
For he thought it’s acceptable

5. To exceed, so he veered,
If only he walked his walk

6. So he’d be fair and take revenge,
And time, his age got old,

7. Exposing his senility,
He went with the ways of dew,

8. Leaving nothing but pretense,
Had it not been, it wouldn’t have been,

9. For it to have a successor, O successor!