DOODAH DAY

                -Avleen Kaur Lamba

A jolly good person with a strange name

Doodah Day was purely insane.

He lived with his grandmother alone

And was born in Ravishing Rome.

He became my friend when we played ludo

He knew well and on Sunday taught me judo.

He played with rabbits, cats and dogs

Gave them milk, took them to the logs.

Doodah loved doodling, did it all day

While talking, studying, also at play.

He taught me to care for everyone

Play, smile and laugh a ton.

One day his grandmother died

Didn’t tell him she suffered from cancer, lied.

He cried all day, didn’t play ludo

Didn’t talk, laugh or taught me judo.

He didn’t play with dogs, cats or rabbits

And had changed all his previous habits.

Doodah didn’t doodle, any time of the day

He was really, really sad I must say.

My friend had changed, he realized

The day I stopped encouraging, he no more cried.

My friend Doodah was back again

Played, doodled, happiness regain.