Having Fun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 23, 2018

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Submitted: April 23, 2018

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When the clouds in the cosmos wanted to have some fun; they clashed playfully against each other; fomenting heavenly droplets of liquid to tumble down in
rhapsodic frenzy,

When the waves in the undulating ocean wanted to have some fun; they rose and fell merrily with the exuberant breeze; culminating into a festoon of magnificently sparkling froth as they dissipated on the silver sands,

When the battalion of boisterous frogs wanted to have some fun; they bounced and frisked ebulliently after midnight; inundating the perpetually still atmosphere with their brazenly croaking voice,

When the solitary palms wanted to have some fun; they embedded themselves to unprecedented limits beneath majestic soil; thunderously clapped thereafter; to
sprinkle the granules in unanimous tandem,

When the fleet of fountain pens wanted to have some fun; they sketched overwhelmingly funny contours of their masters; emptying the blotted ink wholesomely on his tyrannically wretched face,

When the bells in the dilapidated castle wanted to have some fun; they commenced to nostalgically reverberate; drowning in sheer ecstasy of the euphorically
tinkling sound,

When the bland glasses of water wanted to have some fun; they deliberately stumbled when offered to the unsuspecting visitor; drenching him disdainfully from head to toe with their clammy caress,

When the sonorously serious eyelids wanted to have some fun; they winked incessantly at passerby's; making them the inevitable darling of every flirtatious heart,

When the army of mischievous red ants wanted to have some fun; they surreptitiously clambered up the mammoth elephant's trunk; evoking him to thereby
collapse helplessly towards pathetically cold ground,

When the morbidly aloof spider wanted to have some fun; it indefatigably ran up and down the periphery of its web; eventually deciding to perch on the honey coated biscuit placed by the luxuriously plush bedside,

When the conglomerate of lifelessly sprawled rubber bands wanted to have some fun; they stretched themselves to the most unfathomable limits; then contracted like a bullet in the robustly soft palms,
When the telephone wanted to have some fun; it pertinently rang in wee hours of the night; wrecking the spuriously rich politician from the realms of perennial sleep,

When the scorched tongue wanted to have some fun; it rampantly blurted out a string of baseless terminologies; kept chanting a baseless volley of expletives; even as the insurmountably corrupt business tycoon beside bathed in an ocean of
exasperated sweat,

When the hideously gleaming razor wanted to have some fun; it ruthlessly scraped across the sergeant's moustache when he was in deep sleep; rendering him with only minuscule bits of his most treasured possession; as he awoke to the first unfurling
of the morning light,

When the obdurate cricket balls wanted to have some fun; it horrendously hurled itself towards the dacoit's window; jerking him as well as the police from the corridors of divinely relaxation,

When the hordes of timid mice wanted to have some fun; they indiscriminately nibbled through colossal bundles of currency notes; stripping the sanctimoniously
nefarious minister of his evil wealth and non-existent charm,

When the coalition of rambunctiously chirping birds wanted to have some fun; they emptied their unsurpassably stuffed morning bowels; on the diabolical terrorist's breakfast plate,

When the toweringly gargantuan grandfather clock wanted to have some fun; it slipped back by a complete hour; smiled a trifle as the preposterously busy city
was engulfed with a chaotic frenzy; with sane individuals running towards office in a jiffy; without a garment on their body,

And when I wanted to have some fun; all I did was to inadvertently stumble into the lap of my mother; peck on her cheeks; tie up her hair into boundless knots; then snore celestially in her palms shrugging all concerns of the mercenary world; once again embracing impeccable childhood; once again embracing those enchantingly cherished moments when I was a little child.


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