Heroic Couplets, Celebrating the Victory of Mr B over Literature

As Eternal Providence ordains all
And Nature responds to the Master’s call
Every sapling towards the sunlight grows
And every mind some development shows.
The Genius must be one who does rebel
And dim the diamond and polish the pebble.
So, Mister B was on a dark night born
By Infernal Decree to cloud all morn.
Stupidity blessed him as his height grew
His hollowness none matched, his hunger few.
Learning he despised but earning he loved
And that aim he fixed, though his brain Age robbed.
Literature was his chosen victim
Of such war Lady Lit could never dream.
His head she smites, impregnable as rock
Easier it is to move a wood’n block.
One by one fail all her weapons of sense
He stands immune e’en to grammar and tense.
His mighty company politics keeps
From his dread name the Superhero peeps.
So, all appeals of sense he treats with scorn
Fallen angels with clubs his sides adorn.
From the Government’s guesthouse, known as jail
Millions more in encouragement rail.
Giving up hope Lady Lit sounds retreat
Captured is she from her glorious seat.
Chopped into pieces on a four-legg’d block
Her flesh is sold to the following flock
That does not eat but sells the flesh again
For such scanty price as four out of ten.
The hero triumphs and shakes off worry
Celebrates victory with mutton curry.
O hail the Victor! Prince of Darkness rules
Who has banished wisdom and honoured fools.
My verse his vices rare shall eternise
And celebrate his victory o’er the wise.