The Potter Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The potter

Mid age man had a son,
Humble, lazy, polite.

Though grown to work-age,
Knew not a subject.

Father-son, sat and talked:
"Must think of future."

After days came father:
"Found you job, is the best."

Took the son to potter,
They spoke with master.

A while passed and said, son:
"Know it all, need no one!

Daddy was a rich man,
Got a shop, issued check."

Noted list of items
Were ordered and purchased.

Soon, arrived mass of earth,
With water, spinner…

Sun and Moon came and went,
Months were made from days,
No one saw a cup, vase!

The son looked at father:
"The master had secret,
That, he kept to himself,
It was sort of breath,
Which blew to clay…"

With such a mean claim,
Father-son decided
To convict poor master,
They covered boy's failure…