My Sire, Fred Flintstone, from Stone-Age,
Has sent to Moon, an eloquent Message;
That no more rule the Babies of The Slaves,
And no more Tower of Babel is built again!
My Sire is justifying reasons, buried inside,
And those on way to Moon, therein reside,
As no plinth can be dug for the wet cement,
Neither of us therein can feel touch of hands!
My Sire’s Legionaries on way to conquer sides,
North South drifting round, around, to abound!
Like herein from FlintGolfCart-to-FlintMobile,
My Sire is flying to MOON lighting bedlam behind! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026