The Excuse
Once
in a while,
I walk into my garden.
What a mess it looks!
And I ask the
trees and
plants to pardon me.
I don’t remember when I went in there
last.
They start their discussion of excusing me
They end up planning to
squish me.
But I could be excused for a wish
I rejoice and say I can do
that in a swish.
Their wish is to plant their sons and daughters
Carefully and to cut the weeds that bring trouble.
I think it is going to
be a terrible disaster.
I think I’ll call a foster friend to help me
out
Which I have named plot.
But I don’t know where to find him
So I
trick them by saying I'm allergic to these kind of stuff.
And in the end they
excused me because of my innocence.
Emy Jacob,
Grade 7
Indian High School Dubai
(D/o Jacob A.
Thomas, 1983 E )
