Poem 207 - The Scare!

To scare my sister, I hid behind the door

I heard footsteps, I gave a roar

But to my horror, I saw the cook fall down, with a pot

With embarrassment, my cheek were hot

I would never try this, I swore

My plan did backfire, I helped the very angry cook

In anger his fists he shook

At that time, from behind me, my sister shouted "I'm back"

I seriously got a mini heart attack

I got a taste of my own medicine and the cook gave my sis a happy look

~Gaurang Rao

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