Life at six is like a candy store
If you can’t get what you want, you just lay on the floor
Mama’s trying hard to deal with your tantrum
As you cry for things you don’t even fathom

Life at six is like a candy store,
You go out and play with other kids next door
Play hide and seek or cars and barbie
Or read about Peanuts and Charlie

Life at six is like a candy store,
You don’t have to worry about the future
You get everything for free
Toys, food, and candies, all without a fee

– © Pancake Bunnykins

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”


Pancake Bunnykins

An Asian mermaid lost in transition.

I live in an enchanted forest at the end of a rainbow. I have a little window in my room where I can see unicorns playing in the grass field at day and magical fairies dancing under the silvery moon at night.


  1. Being 6 never worked for me like that! I got a butt whoopin’ if I ever threw a tantrum at 6, or I was taken out of the store without anything. Never got everything I wanted at 6.

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