It was simple.
The stretching was fun.
Myriad colors that could snap
And let the spectators be stun.
A rubberband it was,
Who thought he was wanted
Greater the pull from either sides,
The more he flaunted.
Perhaps way too wanted he was.
For each time to check he was strong,
In the stretching process he forgot
Where he truly belonged.
The one who stretched, his snap was the hurt
Which the band had induced,
To him-he who expanded,
T’was the band-the accused.
However, they must have pulled it a lot,
The powerful and the mighty,
For in the end, it did not break.
It just lost its elasticity.
