That Lass!

There was once a bony lass,

Quietest in her whole class

She would feel awfully shy

And at drop-of-hat would cry

Though betrayed a content smile

But prayed God to change her life

Then she grew sick of her being

Of all banal and sheepish living

And of being a nervous wreak

For many days she told herself-

“Let the world go to hell

I’ll come out of my shell

And do my own thing

Sans a bit of bothering”

After that she just did not care

Of neither brickbats nor flatter

And self she started to adore

Her wings grew; she did soar

Anyways, it was also not her duty

To keep each damned soul happy!

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