OH HARK 7

"Your paunch is coming in the way, lose weight."

Said the monstrous monolith in the tacky suit looking at him straight.

"Your remark was in absolutely bad taste."

 Retorted the man in the hat, crinkling his  nose in distaste.

  Suddenly piercing the darkness came a bearded  man in a trench coat.

 The trim man with him in a red scarf was brandishing a thousand  rupee note.

Towards the shrubbery the man in the trench coat headed .

 Strung a hammock between two trees,and was soon bedded.

Suddenly   a loud bell rang in the dark, oh hark

.In the many  faces around the tree stump there was terror stark

".Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee,"

Remarked the man in the hammock, ignoring the chirping bird in the tree

".Another of your poems, you wannabe poet?"The man in the hat smirked

"Are you like crazy? It is Donne", retorted the one in the hammock, in his beard a smile lurked

.Wiping his lips with a fallen leaf, the hatted one",said I too am done."

. Oh hark, in the wilderness deep, there was the sudden roar of a gun.

.At this roar the monolith  terrified, sprung an inch off the bench.

 And with a loud thud , rolled into the trench. 

The lady with the parasol  who had raven black hair and an incredible vivacity.

 Ran towards the trench with mind boggling alacrity

For the first time their eyes met," are you okay," she said, her eyelashes  fluttered
"  I just scraped my knee", the monolith muttered
.With an effort mighty , out of the trench he heaved himself out.
Only to have his ears calloused by a loud shout.

"Never heard of love blossoming in the trench
You must be hungry , come on have this toast-it is French"
".I abhor French toast, but love chicken roast"
.In anger the man in the hat retorted," eat anything, I am not your host."

".Hey  you in the hammock, don't  spend all your time dawdling over poetry, get a life man."
.He jumped down from the hammock,and towards the tree stump ran
".Cut me some slack, ", the bearded poet looked angry and flushed
.The lady with the parasol looked in his direction and blushed.

.Seeing her blush, the monolith threw a tantrum wild
His blood boiled, and he was absolutely riled
"Muttered he ".to win her love,what Herculean  exertion must I go through?
Oh forget it , now pass me the stew."

.Everything was so surreal and spooky
And the lost man yearned for a cookie
.The hatted one said".your goose is well and truly cooked
For many a crime you will now be booked." 

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