The dictionary and thesaurus got married,
And their wedded life lasted exactly for a day.
Yes, theirs was a story fraught with tragedy,
When that morning started in the usual way.
The thesaurus asked the dictionary what she wanted,
As a gift, and a pink saree, was what she requested.
Now, the thesaurus went excitedly to the market,
And soon returned with a saree the color of peaches.
“I said pink,” the dictionary said, shaking her head.
And so, the thesaurus found himself in the shop again.
He selected a dress that was a shade like orchids,
And, came home, sure that the right decision, he’d made.
“Was I not clear?” The dictionary said incredulously.
“Pink,” she said as she pushed the silky dress away.
Flummoxed, the thesaurus drove to the merchant hurriedly,
And exchanged the purchase for another like champagne.
“Pink! I want pink!” The dictionary yelled furiously.
“Which one?” The thesaurus screamed back at her.
“Blush, coral, flamingo, magenta, salmon or candy?!”
“You should know, pink!” She shrieked in raging anger.
And, this was how their little love story ended abruptly
With the thesaurus racing outside to save himself,
As she picked up his “gift” and threw it at him violently.
Even now, they sit separately, sulking, on the library shelf.
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