• rukham 5w

    Hot ice-cream

    She was holding an ice-cream
    In her warm and sweaty hand
    And looking outside the window
    She just crossed singke road
    Car took a high jumb and
    Speed became a bit slower at curve
    Cotton picker children were
    Hardworking ,under the blazing sun
    They all stoped for a while and
    Looked towards princess
    They shaked their harsh hands
    Gave many more smiles to her
    Frontal teethe of children were missing
    She replied with smile too
    She felt commiseration for them
    Ensuing, she could’nt take single bite
    And princess ice-cream turned
    Into a hot ice cream .