In response to The Object of My Dejection
Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?
With great pleasure I created a pond
Wanted tiny fishes to swim and dance
Silver and white were put with great care
My sons were thrilled, an event to share
Fishes were healthy, they loved the touchÂ
Artificial pond was better than an aquarium
It was a small one but ideal, so we felt
Food was in plenty, care was taken well
Days passed, the scary signals they sent
Lazy, silent, less movement, they shivered
One of them died and it was the end
Reason might be many, we were dejected
No more pets to be brought  I declaredÂ
Feeling sad by the sudden demise of one out of six
I took out the rest of the fishes to leave them in the river
The project failed to meet our expectations, due to quiver
Never mind I told my sons, we again shall try with better research
Can’t resist myself to share these lines in addition
Presently Wordy is having an object of his dejection
An  masterpiece unfinished, the great magical grid
A project which failed to meet blogger’s expectations
Hope good sense prevails and we got our pingbacksÂ
Otherwise it would be the  end to an era of connection