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