This poem was written because my sister felt that I never write anything ‘happy-happy’. She said that all my thoughts are twisted and dark. In order to prove to her that I can write something which is happy she gave me three words: Flowers, ice cream, honey. And I was to write a poem using these three words. I wrote this. She bought it.
The sun has risen
The truck needs to be driven
I need to deliver
Ice cream.
Kids shall wait
Eagerly at their gate
To hear me shout
Clear and loud
‘Ice cream’.
Some give me money
Others give
Words sweet as honey
Like flowers in a field
Kids line the streets
To get a taste of my famous
Ice cream.
Writers never suffer network as far as they possess language. You have shown your sister that specialisation on something is not incompetence in others. Good.
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Thank you. It was quite a challenge.
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