My Childhood

Extempore poem written on the occasion of Children's day

Oh! How I love

my old young days

I would stay home

and cry and play

But now it’s kinda

serious for me

I would love to do

lots of tantrums you see

If there was a genie,

I would ask for wishes three

Just I hope that 

he would give me

I would ask him to 

take me to the movie

The next is to make 

me as a child

Then my work could

be a lot mild

Then I would ask him

to show me my good old days

I would then wish to go

back to my old ways

When my holidays

are near

Hip Hip Hooray is 

what I hear

The ice-cream parlor is 

next where I would go

I would go to the river and

hire a boat and row

It would be very

fun I Say

But that wouldn’t 

happen anyway

But I always feel

being an adult

You would have to 

make your own meal

I would also love to

go to the amusement park

But not when it’s

really very dark

I would pamper my Father and

ask cake from my Mother

But I never care and

I would never play fare

I would love to be a 

child for the whole time

And for that,

I would pay a dime

I would enjoy my

days a lot you see

I would also never want

to be busy as a bee