Numbermare Poem by swathi s babu

NUMBER MARE

When old grandpa struck twelve
I heard some cruel laughs
Out came eight in mirror halves
Nine like a hook
Two like a crook
Seven like an ax
Crores armed with swords

One and three and four and five,
At last came the king, the zero
"Drag her out from bed"
That mighty king said
Push her into the cauldron
Lock her up in the dungeon
Fry her, brew her, and stew her
Fetch the main dish and the fish

Mercy, mercy I begged
But the king just shook his head
I wondered why these folks
Threw words at me
Like stones and sticks

Alas! They did what they told
Into the cauldron I went
And into that cauldron they bend
To see if I was getting cooked

I woke up with a startled scream
Relived it was just a dream
And an equally startled sister
"Why all these awkward noise
Won't you let me sleep in peace? "

It was all about tomorrow's math test
I hope I will do my best