Happiness is 11, from a scale of one to ten,
playing with a farm animal, in a rusty old pen.
Happiness is an ice cream cone, with lots and lots of sprinkles,
staring up in the night sky, with galaxy stars that twinkle.
Happiness is a smile, on a dark rainy day,
you caring to listen, to every word I say.
Happiness is dining, on a very special night,
at a very special place, where it’s colorful and bright.
Happiness is all of this, and much much more.
Happiness is all around, I’m sure you’ve experienced before.
This is a great poem, I just want to read it over and over again! I like how you used a variety of things to describe happiness instead of just going on about one thing. Even though I like the variety, at some points in the poem it seems kind of random, like you couldn't find anything else to say.
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