FREE RICE POEM

My Son's 8th Birthday Party

It had been a fruitful summer day,
 with cheerful screams of fun.
The nappe came down,
And the pulchritudinous afternoon was suddenly in shambles.
Soon the town would be eradicated,
And all the burlap sacks would forsake my son's 8th birthday party.

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Sun light drips through,
The little filmed curtains.
Wishing it were summer now.

Spring showers pour.
Muddy paw prints take over the tiles.
Time to clean up.

The unique sight of a shell,
Grains of heaven at your feet.
Storm's coming.