Father and son

They woke up and got hung up,

pardal me,

let me introduce them to you,

who woke up?

Let's plunge into it with

some species,

A solecistic Father with his lettered

son lodging in a room,

Both were extremely walking on air,

Mind is a realm to the man who

perpetually attempts to repercuss

his elations,

One day the solecistic father was

lying in the bed, unawares, he caught

sight of some kills kept at the side of

him on the shelf,

when he had nothing to do,

he thought of taking some kills;

who knew?

What were the kills literally?

To hinder the legacy of someone,

his pun had bought them,

Ambiguous, Don't worry around,

ok, let's have the name,

Certainly, science fame is

concentration  kills, and

that is all you need to discern;

consequently, Everything was

bustling more often than not,

Neither did he know, nor did his pun;

veritably what is driving to emerge,

It was all discovered after a few

months when his father got regnant.

Here is the twisting, the kills hindering

the legacy got him regnant,

"Oh my God," the narrator moaned,

So his son wanted him

to take to the gynecologist,

however, the father contended,

Coz he expected to go to the

Destiny murmuring,

'I have been there many times,

I know the exercise"

Finally, they went to the destiny,

who unequivocally quit all his positrons,

came to be a pessimist and declared,

"the ailment is very rational,

but giving birth to, no comma

sense'

Yet the man whispered outside

of the mental treatment room,

'Doctors are not formal "
©Adi Adnan