My blanket

Hai
Here goes another poem

My blanket

On the bed lies a blanket
A long cozy comfy blanket
When all day long it pours
And the night is very cold
It’s the warmest thing- the cozy blanket

Farmer’s Son

Hia,
Here’s the next “pome”

The farmer’s son

Down the valley filled with fun
Staring at birds and bees that hum
He’s the one the mischievous one
Barking back at dogs for fun

He’s the one who whistles that sound
That attracts all the cats and hounds
He purrs and barks and roars and neighs
Surprising all the people in his way

He’s the one with a mischievous smile
That makes people’s hearts go blind
Enjoying himself all the while
Yes, he’s the boy, the farmer’s son

Hope you enjoyed it
bye,
Rupashri