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If I were a boy - Part 2


If I were a boy,

I'll smash all the toys!

And grin after I do so,

And be told off, oh!

I'll make life exhausting,

And I'll also sing!

As loud as I can,

And I'll break the fan!

And crash goes the ceiling,

And the house too,

Then I'll be told off again,

Boo hoo hoo!

If I were a boy,

I'll avoid these things and bring joy.

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  1. T.SrinivasanSeptember 12, 2021 at 7:59 PM

    Ending of the poem you give a message that boys should not be naughty very good.Enjoyed it very much shriyandhaa.
    From Pushpa patti

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    1. Shriyandhaa's SpaceSeptember 12, 2021 at 8:05 PM

      Thank you patti ☺️ I am happy to see that you understood the need of this poem

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  2. T.SrinivasanSeptember 12, 2021 at 8:22 PM

    Boy or a girl ,one should not be mischievous. Pleasant and polite behaviour is important for every one to lead a happy and joyful life.

    From Babu Thatha.

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    1. Shriyandhaa September 12, 2021 at 9:12 PM

      Thank you thatha 🙂 you're also very polite ☺️

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  3. VijayaSeptember 12, 2021 at 10:01 PM

    Super shriyan mygrand children's are very good behaviour and also give respects to others. By viji patti

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    1. Shriyandhaa's SpaceSeptember 13, 2021 at 2:13 PM

      Thank you so much patti ��

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