STEALING
There was a crook,
Who stole a book,
Which was the monster book of monsters,
It chomped off his hand,
He ran away from the land,
To a place full of sand,
Where there was no water.
When he came out,
There wasn’t a doubt,
The monster had gone away,
The thief learned his lesson.
He packed his case,
And moved to a faraway place,
And never stole again.
BORED
As my mind is bored,
I can’t rhyme,
Which I know is a crime,
But my thoughts are worth a dime,
Sadly though,
I just can’t rhyme!
Yash menon 