pm sai krishanth

(09-10-2000 / chennai)

The naughty boy on the beach


Every time I went to the beach
I would find the naughty boy on his seat
When the music played, he danced to the beat
That naughty little boy on the beach

In the evening, his mother would pick him up
while he would be busy drinking from his cup
Occasionally, he would even play with a pup

Now, I know, you might be thinking
as to why I am complaining

You don't know him do you
he is too clever for you
the ones who escape are few

In disguise he is a devil
he will put you to peril
as he is far too evil
(the fact is he has chicken pox) so he'll make you ill

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/19/2013 1:02:00 AM)

    in disguise he is a devil, present-men. good poem.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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