Once I went to the beach with my cousin and dad
I still reminisce those fun moments we had.
He bought me a bubble popper,
And asked me to play in a way that was proper.
I blew them in one way,
First it was a stream,
Then it started to fray.
The next day it rained heavily
I made a boat and made it swim
In the pond filled lavishly.
The boat left a stream behind
Full of Frail bubbles due to dirt of some kind.
The next morning was pleasant and shiny
My dad bought a real boat
That made me say” blimey!”
We went on board for some adventure
Once we were off the shore
Behind I saw the furrow and some creatures.
But this time there were no bubbles
And so it did not make me dazzle.
I told my cousin about it
He got the popper and
Moved me a bit
The moment he stooped
He fell down and became a spoof.
He distorted my frail stream,
We pulled him out and put some cream.
BY: AASHI KULSHRESTHA