Poem 75 - Play Day When I Was 5

Mother told me that she will pick me at four

Saying that she left, could see her through the glass door

I went to play sat on the horse

But for that too there were small wars

Every Child liked the shaking toy
Every single girl, every single boy

Fifty pence was the horse's fees

Though you had to pay there was no peace

But really the horse would give music and would shake

That is why the horse everybody did take

Soon it was four I had to go

But when my mother came I said "NO"

Dragged me across the room, all eyes on me

Embarrassed, my mom was that I could see

She put me in the car took me back home

I was sad missed the horse.

-Gaurang Rao