• The magic box

    There was a girl with a red jacket
    She lived next to me,
    One day she told me a story
    About a magic box,
    She woke up to a bang
    And found a small crate
    Full of amazing new color pencils.

    She sat with paper
    And drew a wonderful tree house
    She looked up and saw
    How it slowly grew off the sheet,
    She climbed the fort
    And drew a large gorgeous garden
    That fill her room.

    The girl continued with dice and dolls
    Decorating the house,
    But after hours the color turned gray
    And her smile was a frown,
    Monsters started climbing up the ladder
    To her tree house
    The red jacketed girl was trapped inside.

    An eraser in hand
    She abolished the goblins and imp
    She looked at the box
    Tossed the color pencils in the garbage,
    Thought of the doodles
    And decided, wile standing in a messy room
    Normal pencils will do.