There was once upon a time
A man called Mr Leard,
Reaching down his black belt
Was a long and silky beard.


The beard usually measured
Two and half feet worth of hair
Others thought him quite majestic
All who saw him used to stare.


“How daring for old Leard
To sport those long, bushy locks!”
Everybody exclaimed these words
They though him fiercer than the rocks.


One day, there was a meet-up
Organised by the hairy soul
People came, a little trembly,
They were afraid he might growl.


Mr Leard looked through his eyes
Upon the frightened audience of his city
And suddenly broke into a large smile
That was sort of laughing and witty.


Everyone stared at him.
They were ever so surprised!
That grand person could really grin?
To listen to him they obliged.


“People of my city, I had better begin.
I have called you upon my humble request
I maybe looking fierce by I truly
love you all, oh souls dearest.


So I just beg all you unbearded folk
To see beyond the pounds of hair
For underneath I am a nice person
For you all I really truly care!”


All the onlookers who were present
Agreed and then for evermore
Loved Mr Leard’s honesty and niceness
They liked him deeply to the core.


‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’
Is the moral of this silly little rhyme
Or perhaps, a little bit more fitting,
Don’t judge a man by his beard in your lifetime.






There once lived a thief named Rupert. He had one talent- it was not a good one though, as the talent was stealing. He had escaped a thousand times, and had broken in people’s houses ever since he was five years old. One day, a new man named Mr Johnny had moved to his neighbourhood. Soon Rupert came to know that Mr Johnny was very rich and worked for the king. So Rupert planned to rob that man’s house that very night. As soon as he came in the house, a big surprise awaited him. It wasn’t a good one either. As soon as he came, who should be waiting for him but Mr Johnny himself!


Mr Johnny had heard of Rupert before and knew that Rupert would come and steal his house. So he thought he might be able to catch him. And he did!

‘Now to drag you to the police!’-said Mr Johnny. With great difficulty he took Rupert to the police. The police were glad. They made preparations to hang Rupert. Rupert felt extremely nervous. It was the first time he was caught. Blow that Mr Joggy or whatever his name was. Everything was going smoothly before that stupid man came up. But Rupert calmed himself down. ‘Everything will be alright.’ He thought. When the police were going to hang him, they said what his last wish was, and that they would grant it.

‘Do you God promise that you would grant it?’

‘We would, and we never break our promises.’

‘Alright, then my last wish is to make myself free!’

So the police had no choice but let Rupert go! Rupert is a clever man isn’t he? You never know what he is up to!