Mangoes and Flamingoes| AN ORIGINAL POEM

[gandhibaba]

The boys, I think, were three
That did climb up the mango tree
As for the number
Of boys that sat on the timber
To collect the falling mangoes
I cannot remember
Up high and blazing was the sun
All boys were having fun
And the trio above were almost done
When a nearby idiot aimed some flamingoes
But the stone did miss the target
And from the tree did a boy come crashing to the earth
At last, scattered on the floor were all the plucked mangoes
And nowhere to be found were the flamingoes
For everyone was only interested in the poor boy's health.

_{Britannica.com}

Comments

[akumagai]

Your poem reminds me of my childhood. I was the flamingo kid

[gandhibaba]

Hahahaha I can't stop laughing. Thanks for stopping by.

[akumagai]

Welcome.

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