There was a boy,
Who wanted to become a king.
He took fake guns in his pocket,
Which looked as if they were some rockets.
He desired to meet the Queen of England far away
He took a hot balloon to go there,
And up in the air he swayed,
When he reached London,
He landed in a chimney,
When he went through the chimney,
He reached Sidney!
He couldn't find a way from there,
Until a ship came,
When he showed an SOS signal,
And upon the ship he came.
He came back to New Delhi,
Telling about his adventures.
Suddenly, when shaken, I woke up,
"Oh! Why in my dream do I venture?"
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Author:
SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
The best way to put and in our dreams we do dare to really dream.
Made me smile 🙂
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Dolphine
Fun. You might want to make your rhyme scheme more consistent...it isn't as polished as some of your other submissions. It was indeed a fun story...and you concluded it nicely with the rude awakening!
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