Rhyme Time
Bedtime story

Every night at bedtime,

My heart is heavy with dread;

‘cause there’s something under the bed,

Oozing and spewing forth slime.

Underneath my bed it’s lurking,

Eating bunnies, rabbits, doe and deer

Made of dust;

And eating more and more for it, is a must.

At night after its meal,

Under my bed it’s skulking;

I can hear the sounds of

Slurping,

Jerking,

Snoring,

I try to imagine how it would look,

With round eyes and a pointy nose,

Its tail rather curly and redder than a rose;

Yes! It would look like something out of a storybook.

I know when it eats up my under the bed-land bare,

It will take the authority, it will dare;

To try and eat me up

And finish the meal with a burp.

But I shall be armed well

With forks, knives, and a victory bell;

Finally when the battle is won,

I defeat the monster and emerge victorious,

To celebrate this moment glorious,

I spear the creature with immense pleasure and joy,

Which I now realise with grief

Is my sister’s stuffed toy.

Taksh Condanya, VI-A, Delhi Public School, Chandigarh

Scent of rose

Rose flower, rose flower

You are very beautiful flower

You look very different from

other flowers

Rose flower, rose flower

You live with thorns

But you are never sad

Your colour is dark red

We know that you are the head

Rose flower, rose flower

You are very beautiful flower

You never want to hurt anyone

With your beauty you give

happiness to everyone

Rose flower, rose flower

You are very beautiful flower

Navjot Kaur, IX- B, Guru Amar Dass Public School, Jalandhar

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