* UNcl∃ MaTT *

Once to my home arrived my Uncle Matt,
Healthy as his physique was - he was quite fat,
Elated on meeting him, both of us had a chat,
Tired as he was, we preferred to sit and continue the interaction and chat,
It was interesting to see the place where he sat,
Simple as he was, he declined the sofa and preferred the mat,
Now I enquired him about his son who was a spoiled brat,
As soon as I pronounced his name, Uncle exclaimed- Drat!,
Then I asked- How's Uncle Billy?, a member of your frat,
He's gone insane, uncle replied- and roams helter - skelter with a bat,
Unclear as his reply was, I asked - Which one uncle? Cricket one or a flying bat?,
Oh! Haha.. Good question my son, he said, he carries a cricket bat,
And by the way, where's your cat?,
Don't know Uncle - probably after the rat,
Impressed by my reply, he laughed and on my back gave a pat,
So how's Uncle Simon uncle? Your fraud partner with a devilish prisoner's hat,
He bluffed me, I cheated him as well - Tit for Tat!,
Leave all of this matter son - Let's go to Hotel Beverly Pratt,
Oh no Uncle! - They charge VAT,
You'll be caught dumbstruck hearing their rates and you'll lie flat,
And finally we returned home and played some games of dart,
Until my sister arrived finally to drop him home in an old fiat. 


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FROM THE VAULT - WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 12 YEARS OLD ( YES, IT DOES SEEM CHILDISH WHEN IT'S READ NOW )