Ping Pong! Ping Pong!
The world explodes.
In splashes of color.
Shotgun! Bazooka!
It starts.
The chaos in unleased.
Like the chess.
White and black.
Are the teams.
With a splash.
It misses the target.
Hitting the wall.
The wall is.
No longer pristine.
It now as a splash of pink.
The war of colors.
Gains hype.
As more people join in.
The game, picks up its pace.
And soon it is.
Everyone for himself.
In the end.
The chaos party.
Is exhausted.
Sitting down.
On the floor.
They rejoice.
The fun has ended.
Everyone rushes to the shower.
Once cleaned, they return.
The multicolor room.
Now needs cleaning.
Pushing back their sleeves.
They get to the task.
The room is color free.
The second shower is now a need.
It's a memory.
For all to remember.
Waiting for the next paint war to happen.
For now this is enough.
With the pics of it in my hand.
I put it in my scrap book.
To Remember!


Comments (5)
Having fun like this is awesome 😎. Well done Stari
Sounds super fun. Nice poem. Keep writing excellent poems.
Very well written!
The life is a mixture of colors and you describe it beautifully. Remember.this.
Hehehehehe that sounds like a lot of fun!