We Will Make Graveyard Poem by Aftab Alam

Mom, bring the Tom.
Jerry all round here,
How should I read the word?
Jerry killed the alphabet,
This book is dust now.
Mama. Take me there,
I will slide, mom
There, on the kid’s park.
I will glide mom,
No Spike to bark,
Come with me Mom,
Bring home,
One for me,
The Tom, mom,
Wanna to see,
The game of killing,
Wanna to play with
The dead Jerry, mom
Bring the Tom, Mom.
Dead jerry will be buried
At the backyard.
Wanna to make graveyard
Mom, bring me Tom….



(For a Child: Care must be taken and guide them properly)