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
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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;D wow
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Thanks.
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Oh dear, the poor old man!
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Chuckle chuckle 👍
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X segna il punto!
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You can’t beat a happy ending!
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Haha…
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Love it!
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Thank you.
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Surprising and funny
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Thanks.
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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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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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Oh the ending was unimaginable! 😄 So nice how your creativity flows!
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Thank you…
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:O
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