Early stage of poetry !

Holidays are near 

We are stepping on our gear

Our time is spent 

Without doing what is meant 

We go place to place 

With our suit case 

With our full pleasure

We are aming at our treasure

We are cool 

And then comes the school

Exams are near 

We are in our prayerssssss!!

 

A bottle of wine 

Went down his intestine 

That was the first time 

He had it with lime 

And there came his wife 

Armed with a Knife

for the trouble he had caused 

Which never had a pause 

Note: written during 7th std