How I became Hakeem

The fruit was too bitter and hard
And left mom’s tongue itching for sugar

So she left it to daddy to chew on
And made his teeth slip so carelessly
Like drizzle on a leaf

And daddy shared it with imam
Whose wisdom did not always crack nuts
As it did eggs

Who gave It to The Wise
Who kept it 100 and took away just one

And the fruit was wise.

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