Sort 12 Poetry By Hafsah Nauman


He took the bookcase and rode forth, anon! Anon!

The weary snowman didn’t know the lighthouse quipped a canon,

His poor frozen headaches,

Riding downhill, every chance he takes,

To protect the sacred cookbook he swore,

In this daylight snowstorm downpour.

Headstrong he dove into the flashlight,

Often considered sunlight,

Boom, boom pow! As the snowflakes rode with thunder,

The children’s heads filled with wonder,

This is the Ballad of the brave snowman down-under.

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I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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