Author: Aarvee Mishra, Class VI E
My mother’s perfume, enchanting.
Oh, how wonderful the fragrance is!
Break the bottle, enjoy spanking.
It’s her favourite vial, called Youthful Miss.
The sweet fragrance enters my nose.
I wish, I wish that I could apply it.
Ah! my nose burns; quick, get a hose!
So, the perfume goes into the kit.
It’s my pal’s birthday, little Rids.
Mother, please let me use it, just this once!
No no no, it’s not for kids.
You have your own, tons and tons.
The day I turned a gracious fifteen.
“Here darling, your gift from me.”
Voila! It was that Youthful Miss.
Oh, thank you, thank you, that’s a scintillating gift!
