Toy Hunting





 

Toy Hunting


It is the start of holidays in summer.

Time to get a new toy for our smaller.

Suddenly, he wanted to be a drummer.

The sound hit my head like a hammer.

 

Choosing the correct toy is a puzzle.

Ended up getting a high-pitched whistle.

Whistling pierced my ears like a missile.

Getting it back from him was a hustle.

 

After searching a lot in shops,

Squared off with a box of blocks.

It was all over the hall and across.

Pierced like a thorn between the walks.

 

Invaded the shop at daytime.

Got a colorful box of slime.

Though it was just a dime

It stuck all over couch in no time.

 

My hunt for a good toy ended in vain.

As it made me insane and drained my brain.

But as he complains nothing to entertain,

Could not abstain, and our toy hunt started again.


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