MASON

MASON

My friend’s son

Is a mason

He works in masonary

Through modern machinery

He uses cement

According to agreement

Without any adultrant

Yeah he works

Only as he’s an adult

To clear sand

He uses spade

Of black shade

Which never fade

He becomes dust

At the fall of dusk

For his job,

He takes too many risk

Then he eats come rusk

With a cream pie

He won’t die

Of disease

As makes all ease

He continuous to rock

By breaking the rock

To too many stones

                          -AJAY(FAW)