Poetry, What’s inside the golden box?

I held a golden box

In my hand.

I had found it

Whilst digging in the sand.

 

I took it home

And slowly opened it there.

I hoped that it was something

Very, very rare.

 

I hoped it wasn’t something

Like a baby chicken or hen.

My eyes lit up as I saw

A diary and a pen!

 

(Yes, that’s me! Getting excited about anything to do with writing!)

 

Thanks for reading πŸ™‚

Sincerely,

Writing Penguin.

πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

 

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