One king won a battle ,
because he saw a rattle.
He would go to nearby wood,
To check on rattle’s hood.
I will run in the isle ,
And you shall travel mile.
His One week long arm fell weak,
When his gunshot proved bleak.
kings pail looked pale,
when he saw the rattle’s tail.
It became a famous tale,
with the hot market sale.
He put on some scent inside his tent,
from the smell came the rattle to challenge a battle.
Here the knight with a sword of night,
Here the rattle with a sword for battle.
There fell the hood,
The king remained stood.
Now the rattle’s waist was a waste,
And the king had a victorious taste .
Self Composed by :-
Ishleen kaur
4F- DPS, Mathura Road ( contact no. 9810505622