Once I found a treasure map
With an ‘X’ marked upon it
It got me quite excited
That I must admit
…
I followed the map’s trail
With a spade in my hand
It led me to a garden
Desolate and abandoned
…
In the barren garden stood
A giant of a tree
That was the treasure spot
My heart was filled with glee
…
So I began digging
Digging for hours on end
Digging all day and all night
With a spade in my hand
…
Many such days did pass
No sign of a chest
Though I dug up everywhere
Though I tried my best
…
An old man came up to me
Said, “Son, I see you sweat
But what is it you want?
What do you wish to get?”
…
Though I wasn’t very keen
I narrated my tale
About the dusty treasure map
About the ‘X’ and trail
…
He said, “You’ve got it wrong
The treasure is the tree
No need to be digging
This map was made by me”
…
I looked at him with rage
Knocked him with my spade
Buried him on the spot
Under the giant tree’s shade
:O
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Oh the ending was unimaginable! 😄 So nice how your creativity flows!
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Thank you…
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Made me realize – you don’t always dig for treasure. Sometimes, it just is. Thanks for reminding us of that!
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You are welcome.
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Hahaha. Twist. The tree could use the nutrients.
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Haha. That is one way of looking at it.
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Surprising and funny
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Thanks.
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Love it!
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Thank you.
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You can’t beat a happy ending!
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Haha…
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X segna il punto!
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Chuckle chuckle 👍
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Oh dear, the poor old man!
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;D wow
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Thanks.
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This is an enjoyable poem–from start to finish, especially the ending.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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