Tuesday, February 14, 2012

poem

There was a boy named Anand who ate ice cream
He’s favorite flavor was mint coco chip
Every night this desert was in his dream
Woke up ran to the fridge and almost slipped
Anand opened the white door and saw nil                 
Mad at his parents for not feeding him
He drove to the store to get his great fill
He looked in the store to look for his gem
Surprised not seeing his delicious mint
He screamed to the top of his healthy lungs
As he ran home to sob he saw some flint
He picked it up and through it as it rung
Went through a window as glass falls hard down
Mad for not getting his favorite mint ground

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