Gold Lamp

Smart kid........

Racing through a  shadowed cave

running from a ghost

I come upon a dusty lamp

it must have been here for ages

I lift the small metal item

and rub and blow off the dust

out comes a magic genie

returning from the past

He tells me I have three wishes

and says to use them wisely

I wish for infinate wishes

and now that genie hates me

 

 

 

Author's Note

I enjoy writing this type of poem, a non- rhyming funny one.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

I loved this piece of writing a lot, brought a smile on my face :)


Great work!
Keep writing........

[Becky]

Good stuff! It made me laugh! Which is good since it was supposed to be funny... :) So good job!