Not really a poem but something I intended to write since a long time. I personally never liked proverbs. This is where I try to show that they really dont mean anything in the long run but are there just to sound deep(something my friends say I try to do with my poetry).
Many hands make light work,
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
So how many many makes too many?
And how many makes for good broth?
2 comments:
Good Work man, keep it up.
All the best
this is good, differnt actually :)
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