Many new beautiful vases in a birthday store
Buying gifts according to Mr. Smith was a bore
Wondering what to buy for his wife's anniversary
He bought a red rose and went home, gave it to Mrs. Smith in a hurry
"It's your son's birthday not our anniversary!", she threw the vase on the floor
The fragile vase now broken into bits
Mr. Smith was shocked out of his wits
Slowly the pieces he did lift
His son entered the scene asking for his birthday gift
In confusion of what to say, on a vase piece he sits
~Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/
oh you made me laugh so much; have a good Sunday
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ReplyDeleteoh lol this was a fun poem. Very nicely done.
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Thanks Suzy!
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