Telling tales is good sometimes:
It’s the only thing that works at times.
It makes articulating simple and slick;
And understanding easy and quick.
I hanker for tales when I have a point to make:
They make my task a piece of cake!
Here is a case I should like to present,
And let you gauge my argument.
One day, I tried to warn my son
About pick-pockets unḍer the sun.
He listened with a flippant grin,
As if my case was too thin!
Then I narrated an incident
From my experience as a precedent:
“When I was in college
I lugged several books as baggage.
And going by bus every day,
I thought myself a veteran in a way.
My mother warned me against crooks:
Alas, advice and caution youth rarely brooks!
That very day, I was licked,
And my favourite purse was picked.”
At this, my son laughed gleefully
Like sons do normally,
When moms get fooled
And have their pride cooled!
But, I knew the lad had got the message:
He would be careful not to lose his visage.
Well, here I rest my case.
Telling tales isn’t (always) base!