I Have Secret Weapon
It’s called a smile,
I use it to make my parents happy,
And to cheer my friend Betty.
If I want grandma to cook for me,
Just a smile I give for free,
Makes her buy the cutest things
She gets younger like she’s got wings.
I don’t know how I do it,
But it helps me a bunch,
Just a smile to my grandpa,
I get candies to munch!
Yes, my secret weapon works,
It works just like that!
The only time my smile don’t work,
Is when I snuggle in the bed,
Oh, there is no turning back!
My parents sing my bedtime song,
And so, my power is all gone!
© Ledia Bostic
3 thoughts on “I Have A Secret Weapon”
I like this poem, and your princess!!!
Flm shume Besi! Te perqafoj!
I like very much this poem….i think your beautiful little princes is getting from you this secret weapon…!!!