Aditya Murudkar, Class 5, Bombay Scottish School, Powai, Mumbai
I told my friends “Let’s play treasure hunt”. And they made their pencil points blunt. The item was a silver key, Which I hid with lots of glee. They searched my house’s kitchen, As it wasn’t there, they called me a chicken. The searched the counters and between every plate, They would never find it, at this rate. One searched in some butter, As it wasn’t there, I called him a nutter. One searched the utensils and left a clutter, So, I told him he belonged the gutter. One searched the rooms, And then inspected the brooms, One searched the flower bloom, And unsuccessful, he returned with gloom. One searched in a hole in a chair, And the silver key was there! I said- “Well done, you five.” They looked like they had returned from a dive. We played one more treasure hunt, When I found it they would grunt, And make their pencil points blunt, But mine never ever got blunt!