Monday, February 28, 2011

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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