It was raining out there and I was down with cold.
I tore out a paper from my notebook old.
Three folds on it and ready was my boat.
It felt like magic, on water it could float!
In a joyous journey on the slushy road,
It rolled and sailed and sailed and Rolled!
In its memory, A poem I wrote.
And I named it…
My new paper boat, My new paper boat!