Limerick.

A Lamp buried in my backyard? What are the chances… Wonder what mysterious things could be in it. Oil? Money? Genie?!

I’ve never had a wish come true, perhaps in younger days I still believed in such things, hell I still believe in you “Sweetness” despite everything. To Grant… Love; Genie from Aladdin couldn’t do that and thus I find myself here alone.

Poem.

Poem.

A poem about when I was little!

A genie appears to a boy and in the process he becomes a man.

The introduction to a small story which I may or may not write. Italicised sections are diary extracts, to give a different perspective on the story from time to time.

One day… a cranky old man’s luck was discovered while hiking in the woods.

A very creative letter, kids love this.