Honesty is the worst policy
I was once a very good and honest boy,
Never stole a chocolate nor a comics or a toy.
Till last time I went to that neighborhood store
To buy some chocolates and some things more
I took a dollar and some pennies from my loving mom,
I said her I’ll buy those and then I’ll come back home.
As usual I took the money and went to that shop,
I passed some houses and I greeted each mob.
They knew me very nicely and they loved me a lot,
But I didn’t know what’ll happen next and why I’ll get caught.
I entered the store to search what I needed,
I asked for some chocolates to the teen who was seated.
He took me to the chocolate shelf and put some in his pockets,
He took all the costly lozenges and some orange flavoured rockets.
I was a very very good boy and advised him not to steal them.
He said me not to poke my nose and suddenly the manager came.
He caught the boy for stealing the chocolates and slapped him very feebly,
But the boy said he was innocent and put all the blames on me.
I started convincing the staff out there,
But no one believed me and no one showed care.
They all said me a thief and my uncle called my mother,
My mother started slapping till she was stopped by some other.
Later I came to know that the manager was the thief boy’s dad,
To save his son he called me thief and this thought made me mad.
The entire mob who loved me a lot
Left me alone from the day I was caught
I said them I am not a thief, though, now I am,
I steal from shops and houses and bungalows of rich ma’am.
I have become a thief though it’s not my legacy,
After learning a golden rule ‘Honesty is the worst policy’.
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