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JEMA AND GRANDPA 2 : RHYME 76


Jema loves to play pranks 
on her grand father
Who's fifty four but behaves
like a child of four. 

When grandpa till late morning 
doesn't awake,
She puts a plastic snake on him
and shouts, "Snake! Snake!"

She puts a plastic mosquito on
the grandpa's back,
"Oh, how much blood it's drunk!",
she shouts at wisecrack .

She puts an air horn on the seat
of grandpa's chair,
When he sits,"You farted! You farted!",
she shouts in cheer.

When grandpa goes to watch TV 
in the evening,
She hides the remote and says
it's gone outside for playing.

While grandpa is sleeping with
his mouth open,
She puts ice cream into his mouth 
and shouts, "A fun! A fun!"

She puts a plastic apple in grandpa's
breakfast plate
And laughs out loud when on it
he takes a greedy bite...

Many such pranks, Jema plays on
her grand father 
Who behaves like a child of four,
but he is fifty four. 

-- N P SAMAL 

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