Jumping around here and there
Leaving me no time to spare
Tangling up my hair
I comb so carefully again
Scribbling on my entire hand
With my best pen
Trying to read my books
Though I know it must’ve made no sense
And at the sight of some puppies
Attempting to climb the fence
If I don’t obey the orders
I will be hit with a force so immense
Or have eyes look at you annoyingly
With a gaze ever so intense
Babbling absolute gobbledygook
Which even now doesn’t make sense to me
But whenever I listen to it
All my worries flee
By repeating this over and over again
I will never bore
These are a few things my cousin Zaara did
Last month in Bangalore
Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/146-the-scariest-things-come-in-small-packages/
