Water gun

A day full of fun

Began while playing with a water gun

My friends, cousins and me

Stood under a tree

And fired our guns at each other

In the warm sunny weather

All drenched in water

Then arrived my uncle’s daughter

We attacked her in a trice

And she squeaked like a mouse

She complained to our mums

Which made our dinner bread crumbs

For all this we had to pay

As we were down with fever the next day

All tucked in bed

So ill that we couldn’t lift our head

We thought we’d make a bargain

To have our water guns back again

But mum seized the sack

Never to give our water guns back.

The writer is in class VI B, Vidya Mandir, Mylapore