The Wicked Man Who Popped the Balloons

The Wicked Man Who Popped the Balloons

There once was a man with a terrible frown,

Who lurked in the park at the edge of the town.

Children would gather, their laughter so loud,

Shrieking and shouting, a chaotic crowd.

With a sneer on his lips and a pin in his hand,

He stalked through the park with a villainous plan.

One by one, with a merciless pop,

He made every last balloon burst and drop.

The children fell silent, their faces went pale,

Rubber in shreds, their joy set to fail.

The wicked man smirked, his work now done,

He vanished away from cries and silence, no fun.

But the next day he woke to a deafening sound—

More children laughing, still running around.

He shouted from his window to parents

just keep them kids quiet. Or I will come down.

Everyone ignored him, kid still shouted and played.

Except A dad who said come on then just you try it !