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At Grandma's House - A poem
1. AT MY GRANDMA’S HOUSE…
I was jumping with joy,
Even though I was feeling dizzy,
With all my hair so frizzy,
I’m going to my grandma’s house, Oh boy!
I don’t know whom all I will see,
With whom I will visit the farm,
I hope the new dog won’t give me any harm,
And what will I play under the banyan tree…
Here I come on time,
With all of us jumping with joy,
Playing with Riya’s toy,
And havingdish with a taste of lime.
At a dark night, all our efforts weren’t in vain,
Everyone was out of the house,
To buy traps for a silly mouse,
And got struck in the rain.
We were so happy-happy,
Telling stories about a ghost,
And bad peoplewho loved to boast,
And brave stories with a snappy voice.
We all playedhide and seek, Yay!
Then we found out, where is Shree?
2. She was last found near that tree,
Did she lose her way?
We searched for her for hours, Oh my!
And the she appeared from somewhere,
And then we saw something appearfrom nowhere,
Saying to us, a nice “Bye!”...
We were shocked,
And we ran inside,
That’s when we decided to hide,
Locking the doorwith a proper lock.
We heard a lady cry,
We rushed to the door,
Only to find mud on the floor.
Sleep? Let’s give it a try…
Next minute they came,
They were fully drenched and wet,
They also looked as if they lost a bet,
And theirexcuses were lame.
What could the reason be?
Did they eat potatoes raw?
Or did they eat potatoes raw?
No idea, let’s wait and see…