Pleasure Trip

Hurrah! We are going for tour of pleasure
At children's park we shall ride on rotarian chair

Crossing narrow streets shall go far away
Shall run to sky, to vast field through milky-way

Young friends prepare for travel for roaming
Avoid roguish, get on bus for pleasure hunting

The coming gladness is how much could you measure?

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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