A Bewitching Present Poem by Solomon Bright Dankwa

That's all she needs at her birthday party.
Well wrapped, looking bulky and pretty
Like that hidden treasure.
But just a synthetic panda,
With a simple coloured card in black and white.
To put a lonely smile on her tedious image,
Showing a kind of affection to her.

Her palms opens wide for it to be filled.
'Thanks' she utters blissfully.
Immediately it is received.
That second looked extraordinary at once to her.
Being Queen Elizabeth III.
Her hands start itching, so as her tongue
Was eager to move up and down,
Saying sweet sentences.

Always glancing at her side where it lies.
Pressing on a thousand minor cares.
'Should i tell my dad to terminate the party? '
She is completely at sea.
Feeling again at first.
The food which made her papa nearly sold himself,
when purchasing it starts to grow mouldy to she.
Quietly she sits praying for day to change to night.
Darkness commence approaching,
While little twinkle stars begin to appear.
Not so long the earth was black coated.