Someone told me that I could be a good writer. I took him very seriously. It was only later he told that he just meant that for my handwriting. Little did he know I would try my skills to write love letters to his daughter!
Someone told me that I could be a good singer. I took him very seriously. It was only later he told that he just meant that within the confines of my bathroom. Little did he know I would try my singing skills to woo his daughter!
Someone told me that I could be a good painter. I took him very seriously. It was only later he told me that he meant was painting the walls with distemper. Little did he know I would try painting the town red along with his daughter !
Someone told me that I could be a good designer. I took him seriously. It was only later he told that he meant me to design sign boards. Little did he know I would have designs on his daughter !
Someone told me I could be a good runner. I took him seriously. It was only later he told me that he meant me to run a sprint. Little did he know I used my skills to chase his daughter !
One day all five of them with their daughters marched towards my house to kill me. And what they get to see? I wrote my own epitaph. Designed my own coffin box. Painted my own tomb stone. Sung my own swan song. And when they were confident that I am dead with guilt, I eloped with the prettiest of the five daughters ! Finally, I had identified what I was really good at !
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