Slowly Po began to change,
Love for him was new and strange.
Tummy bricks began to crumble
Passing from a square to bubble.
Next he was contained by colors
Loosing interest in the numbers.
Nothing felt for Po the same
Classes turned into a game.
So instead of teaching order
They were playing with no border.
Singing, dancing, drawing patterns
And forgetting all the matters.
One day Po received a call
From his Master : “How is all?
Hope the teachings went alright
Take the boat, and head on back.
Po was so involved with friends
He forgot the contract ends.
‘I’m not ready to go home,
I’ll feel empty and alone.’