After
having his fill
In a
fancy restaurant,
He
found a man,
Immaculately
dressed,
Waiting
on him,
Holding
a box of tissues;
He
politely refused.
After
washing his hands
In a
well-lit washroom,
He
found on the left,
A
hand dryer,
And
on the right,
A
paper towel dispenser;
He
paid no heed to them.
He
was a learned fellow,
If
not a great scholar.
It
had taken him a while,
Ten
years, for that matter
Of
regular negging,
Scoldings
and punishments,
Until
he had finally
Developed
a habit
Of
carrying with him,
A
hankie, at all times.
He
took it out
And
used it
Like
some relic
Of
the distant past.
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