My papa’s workbook
My dad had a black workbook
I never saw him write on it
But saw the lovely book in our storehouse cabinet
I found it so striking; I just kept it
Asked him later if I could win it
Oh yes of course I could
Flipping the pages, I saw his work
His blue ink with soft alarms
A hint of thought after every clause
A pause ignored but in flow
He had sporadic numerals and straight lines to follow
Talks of bogies and brakes
Of carriage roofs and piston valves
Your dad’s a genius
The book just then said
I frowned and gazed at the book in alarm
The opened two sheets smiled
I thought it belied
But it widened and cheered
I calmed down
And asked for its permission to write
And hoped for silent avowal in result
After a ponderous fly
It said oh…K
But do leave a few leaves from where your daddy left
Shringi
07-01-2007
My dad had a black workbook
I never saw him write on it
But saw the lovely book in our storehouse cabinet
I found it so striking; I just kept it
Asked him later if I could win it
Oh yes of course I could
Flipping the pages, I saw his work
His blue ink with soft alarms
A hint of thought after every clause
A pause ignored but in flow
He had sporadic numerals and straight lines to follow
Talks of bogies and brakes
Of carriage roofs and piston valves
Your dad’s a genius
The book just then said
I frowned and gazed at the book in alarm
The opened two sheets smiled
I thought it belied
But it widened and cheered
I calmed down
And asked for its permission to write
And hoped for silent avowal in result
After a ponderous fly
It said oh…K
But do leave a few leaves from where your daddy left
Shringi
07-01-2007
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