Little Zayn and Little Rat

Little Zayn was wearing a white hat

under the hat was a little rat.

He had been waiting for this day

it was his best friend’s birthday.

Friend had given him a nasty gift

green lizard, it was his birthday gift.

Now, Little Zayn hates silly pranks

“My day will come,” he was frank.

Today was best friend’s birthday

Little Zayn had waited for this day.

When his friend had cut the cake

Little Zayn clapped, just for sake.

He then lifted his white hat

what all saw was a nasty rat.

Friend screamed and jumped in fear

what a scene it was, oh dear, oh dear.

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Strange Sounds

Many many years ago

On a pleasant night in June

I was merrily dreaming

of a joy ride to moon.

But I woke up with a start

I thought I was on moon

I heard strange sounds

and felt I would swoon.

I was no longer dreaming

I saw I was in my bed

with books all around

all closed and unread.

But I still heard sounds

sounds that were scary

I knew I had to act

I could no longer tarry.

I searched every nook

and all around the bed

I looked in every corner

with a lot of dread.

I shuffled my books

and riffled my clothes,

I was quite scared

for no one was close.

I was in for surprise

for I heard tiny cries

coming from a pack

that was lying in a rack.

Stored in the pack were

apples that were sweet

they were a mother’s gift

and they were a treat.

But sounds from the pack

were rather unnerving

what followed thereafter

was even more disturbing.

Unwittingly my hand

dived into the pack

it was foolish of me

and I was slack.

Hand was in for a shock

it touched something hairy

the hand began to shiver

it was something scary.

When I peeped inside

I too got a shock

it was last thing I expected

I whirled like a weathercock.

Nestling in delicious apples

and reclining on its back

was a big furry rat

with a brood of tiny brats,

Well, if you may wish

you may very well decry

but I have to confess

that I let out a loud cry.

But that was not all

for I jumped like a calf

and I could only squeal

when rats let out a laugh.

© i b arora