Make a poem (3-5 stanza) about fighting for your lover because your parents don’t want you to be together because your lover is poor.

I had a lover,

she was more like a fever,

to my parents,

the good one she ain't.

I told her sorry,

she became more angry.

I told my parents ,

they became arrogant.

I decide to let her go,

but her face would not .

I decide to leave my parents on the go,

but there face was like the cooking pot was hot.

Allas! I found a way ,

it is to get rid of them all,

yes, right now straight away.

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