Sunny Sunday

By Kiaan Gupta

Today is a Sunday, a special, sunny, funny, beachy, Sunday!

My soul is back, as warm as can be, as sharp as a tack, yip-yip-yippee!

The beach is not cold, since I am now bold, the waters not ice, it’s fun being nice.

A nice warm breeze, a strong feel of fun, tons of white geese, as strong as a gun.

Sandcastles I see, as beautiful as me, now I can hear, strong waves coming near.

Time for a drink, and food that will link, I’ll take some ice-cold lemonade, and demolish some ice-cream that’s homemade!

I taste the salt, in the air filled with fun, kids playing with balls, I’m eating my bun.

The salt in the air, that is filled with fun, as good as the fair, wich thought me to run.

The food was all rice, so I thought it’s for mice, but it turned out quite nice, for such a low price!

It’s time to play, on this beachy day, a water gun fight, should be just right.

We’re firing, we’re firing, now we’re admiring, the water coming out, of the little gun’s snout.

I need some more ammo, I’m going to reload, then I’ll duck down low, with my huge water load.

My gun is now filled, I’m getting water killed, the others didn’t get dryer, with my great big FIRE!

Now I’ll relax, I’ll float on my back, now through the rough ocean, I’ll swim at my max!

I am the sun,

who’s now on a break,

clouds of grey-black,

finally stole my place.

By Kiaan Gupta