The Writer, Mr. Wright!
Cup of tea untouched,
holding crispy buttered toast,
Mr.Wright was reading in the newspaper
a story of a ghost.
So busy he was in reading,
his tea was getting cold,
The toast in hand was half bitten
and it continued to remain on hold.
His wife said ‘Come on my dear,
have your breakfast fast,’
No response came, he kept on reading,
wife left the table at last.
Mr. Right said ‘Here is a ghost story
Its writer you so well know,
If you don’t believe, come and sit here
Listen, here I go.’
As he started reading out the story
wife and son came near,
Excitedly wife said
‘Wow, Its your written story my dear!'
We feel so proud of you,
you have made our day,’
Mr. Wright smiled and said
‘Oh that’s very nice of you to say.
What I need now is new topics,
perhaps you can help me,
Tell me anything interesting
that you hear or see.’
She said’ O.K. my dear
this surely I will do,’
Johny said ‘I have an idea
that I can give you.
Many funny things happen at school
almost every now and then,
I shall tell about them all to you dad,
you will find speed in your pen.’
Wife in the kitchen, Johny opened his books,
Mr. Wright started to write,
He thought with such cooperation at home
his future prospect is bright.’
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