Poem 102 - Treasure Hunt

One morning puss in boots was putting his clothes on the line

The morning was windy but it was still just fine

A map came from nowhere and hit puss's head lightly

Quickly Puss held the map very tightly

It looked like a very old treasure map

He decided to find out he put on his black cap

He followed the route many friends joined puss

Over the map, all of them made a big fuss

Finally they found out the map was fake

It was when they all fell in the lake

There was really no treasure

There was no gold or silver to measure

-Gaurang Rao

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