The Aeroplane

by Pragun aged 12

The aeroplane rests at
His home – the hangar
At the airport. He is as

Big as a blue whale. He comes
Out slowly, exposing himself
To everyone. He is

Sleep-walking. His engines
Are rotating as fast as the
Wheels of a racing car.

He rushes along the runway
As fast as a cheetah
Jumps higher than a kangaroo

And glides into the sky
Till he gets bored with it
And comes back to Earth.

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