I don’t want to admit it
But I am a spy you know
I spy on my neighbours
They are interesting, that’s what I think so
That night I was prowling on my terrace
To catch a ghost red handed
When a loud noise reached my ears
I thought an alien space ship had landed
I peered into my neighbor’s house
And this is what I got to see
My neighbours were watching
A horror movie on TV
The clock struck midnight
And the church bells began to chime
A man was sitting in a corner
Drinking some juice of lime
Suddenly the doorbell rang
So the man flung open the door
And there stood Frankenstein
The sight made the man
Fall to the floor
The man started to run
As Frankenstein went right for him
He sure looked shabby
He should give his hair a trim
The Frankenstein drove him everywhere
With his huge knife
Whilst the man kept running
Praying for dear life
Then he accidentally dropped the lime juice
Which made Frankenstein buzz angrily like a bee
And he started bawling and said
“Why didn’t you save any for me? ”
Wow Risha! What a cute poem and great irony! You're a really good poet for 10 years old and if you keep pushing foward I can guarantee you'll go far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good humour! enjoyed it.....happy spying! ! ! ! !