Three years old Gopal was very naughty
And his mother had hard time maintaining sanity
Early morn she got up and prepared breakfast
When her family was still asleep.
She freshly set the table,
Woke up her son and gave tooth paste
And went to attend some other work,
When Gopal came and told her to look at something.
The table was covered with tooth paste
And Gopal was explaining it was his beautiful craft,
To control anger she counted loud, “one… two…three...”
While he innocently asked, “Mommy are you counting your blessings?”
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