THE SILVER SPOON

It was a hot, hot afternoon

And I ran through the kitchen 

In search of a spoon

A silver spoon.

I ran a wild goose chase

Turning the kitchen upside down

And the chase became an eventful phase

Of that burning hot afternoon.

I bumped into my Papa

Marring frowns on his stern face

And I slumped onto my Mama

Staining her frilly lace.

The tiny kitchen seemed big and

I seemed to be searching an entire universe

For a spoon of silver significance

In my relatively insignificant life.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wajiha Nayeem]

hahaha...this is cute....i loved it!

[Zephyr]

Thank you so much Wajiha:)

[rowan.taylorrr]

this is really unique and i love it

[Zephyr]

My pleasure dear:)

[Bear]

Seeing you are from India I applaud your courage for I know how hard it is to write in a second language. From your word choices and usage it shows you have mastered the language. The imagery and the message within the last two lines are spectacular, well done my new friend. Standing Ovation! I give it five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Zephyr]

Thank you so much.......
I really love English:)
Glad you enjoyed.....