(My story: - I am a little boy of 7, I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... Lol..... too much for my age....my father greeds on next door uncle's garden.. they were friends... but now..... like fire and cotton... so are my mother and next door aunt.... but their son and me are the best friends in our class....) br br br Beautiful tulips br Bloomed in their meadow br Not in my land br Wow! The lustrous shadow? br br Birds simply twitter br With the hums of bees br there they chatter br mighty magpies br br my land is full of cow-dung br with noisy moo sickening ear and lung br and can hardly walk around br of course without a shoe into the ground br br my dad’s a farmer br so is next door man Palmer br neither gets on together br but good friends in the history rather br br my mom is a housewife br fought with next door lady twice br I know this is not nice br And we little ones pay the prize br br My dad was stung by bees of next door br He was furious never like before br Mr. Palmer found to be the same br Being adults it’s a shame br br Both fought nastily br Ladies joined swiftly br There was a sound of poultry br Crushing the tulips lavishly br br Police rushed into the field br No arms yield br But I found...... br br my famly or his... br or it's yours with another... br it doesn't matter br one country with the other br it never matters br br but I found.....