Eat food cooked in own pot.

Other pots have maggots so scary.

Admiring them will choke you up.

Your own pot is sweet and safe.

Stollen fruit may be good to taste.

Yet own food is safe and clean.

There is one old man who liked other pots.

Blindly, he poked in his accursed rod.

How bad it was when the rod sprouted moss.

He roamed in search of medicine in vain.

At long last tired and in dispair.

Took a rope and imitated tethered animals.

He knew not he took own life.

Am sure he ended in hell.

Run if you see another pot.

It has moss at the bottom 

No medicine will remove it.

You will end up like the old man.

Hanging on a tree with the tongue out.

How sad it is just because of a pot.

Model yours and keep to it.