Once
there was a carpet man
Deepak
was his name
He
was the middle man
He
could make many returns
Once
he was off loaded
He
found his value plunged
He
didn't like the way he was treated
He
cried out loud to the alternative media
There
he was sitting coolly
The
spinning tales he could tell
The
story of the Mongolian beauty
The
bounties he played a part
He
had to spin his tales
He
was afraid of the Mongolian ghost
She
never would rest in peace
The
seeking of justice he had to play
Once
there was a carpet man
Deepak
was his name
He
couldn't sleep very well
He
had to tell his tales
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