Once upon a time long ago
There was a group of three thieves,
They use to rob people and
Share the profits they receive.
One day they robbed a lot of gold
And decided to share it in the woods,
But they had different plans
Who in this world wants one's good.
Two of them went to the village
To buy food for the group,
But on the way back, they added
Some poison in the soup.
While they decided to kill the one
The man in the forest as well,
Made the plan to attack them
So all the gold he can alone sell.
In the forest, he attacked them
And was happy about the smooth plan,
But when he filled his stomach
All through the shadows, he ran.
But at last, died suffering badly
And the story here terminates,
Don't dare think about the gold now
If you don't wanna encounter similar fates.
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One of my precious readers advised me to convert this one, if possible. So here it is. Thanks a lot.
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