Here we narrate the story of Oliver.
Young, innocent and very adorable.
He walks through town, holding a bag of groceries. Happily humming, happily skipping.
His mother bakes, cookies and cake.
Quite the sugar, might I take.
Oliver bites, he squeals in delight!
"Such delicious sweetness, mum. May I take some?"
"Oh how you can, dear. Take as much as you want."
He hums in joy, taking one to three.
He sneaks another, and takes a whole bite!
My my, the rascal took. Not one but two, yet another in three.
He took off outside, running to his friends. He looks at the bag and notices a miss.
"Oh right, the cake! But I'm already so far," he looks back again, but takes off anyway.
"Oliver is here! Oliver is here!" A young kid sings.
"Oliver is here, and has brought snacks!" Another yells, running off.
The oldest comes out, smiles and bites.
Each taking turn, in the taste of heaven.
The boys play, until the clock hits eleven.
Its time to go home, may we play again.
YOU ARE READING
Mindlessly Aiming
RandomA description for a book that will most probably be never published to the public but it did 🤷. A book all about the little thoughts that occur in one's human mind and decided to store it. Not like I'll be writing more chapters often, either way.
