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If I Had Superpowers

By Siraaj Singh


  • Mumma told me to write a story, but I was feeling innovative

  • So I thought why not make it rhyme like a poem and get creative


  • If I had superpowers, I would travel outside the galaxy

  • I would go to the world of dinosaurs and have a friend called Rexy


  • I would go explore a million galaxies in a floating bubble

  • I might find a muddy planet and dig into it with a magic shovel


  • My magic shovel would be able to dig so deep

  • I wonder what treasures I could find to keep


  • Maybe I find a planet whose people could kill all diseases

  • I would tell them to fight corona virus, they would do it eases peases


  • Oh don’t think it’ll end, there’s a lot more

  • Wait I’d like to tell you what more I would explore




  • If I had superpowers I would turn the ground into space

  • I would turn gravity to zero and have my friends run a no gravity race


  • Ok enough from outer space let’s come back to earth now

  • I have superpowers, maybe I can use it on earth somehow


  • I would turn a thief into a rat so he would never steal again

  • I would make injections tickle instead of poke and pain


  • When I’m feeling naughty I would turn vegetables into cake

  • Imagine cake growing on trees, so funny for goodness sake


  • If my t-shirt is loose I would reduce it’s size

  • I would never need money because I could make stuff multiply


  • I guess my superpower would be to make everything right

  • And if I don’t stop now, it will take forever to write


  • So goodbye people, this was so much fun

  • But I’m happy I can go out and play, now that it’s don



By Siraaj Singh








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