While strolling down the beach today
I came upon a lamp.
It was dusty, it was dirty,
it was dingy, it was damp.
It appeared that all it needed
to restore it was a scrub,
so I dug it from the salty sand
and gave a little rub.
In a moment it was glistening.
Then, right before my eyes
there appeared a purple genie
of incalculable size.
He was massive and magnificent
and glorious and grand,
and he bowed and said dramatically,
'Your wish is my command.'
It was then I did the stupid thing
I now regret I did,
for I know I'll never be again
an ordinary kid.
I considered just a moment,
then I looked him in the eye
and I asked that giant genie,
'Would you please make me a pie?'
Wow! , my child now is loving this poem because when she goes to the beach she remembers the poem and she sings it.
your story is incomplete. how did u become Kenn Nesbitt again?
Sorry Mr.Zusakhe - it was a careless comment. made long back. I have great respect for Mr.Nesbitt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. This is one of my favo rite poems.