My Granny’s Missing Glasses | Poem By Aashi, 10, Jaipur

My granny was snoring,

When she woke up, she was yawning

She went on looking for her glasses,

On the drawer with scratches.

She looked under the bed,

And the floor

which was wet.

She suddenly slipped,

So, her leg flipped.

She rested on the bed,

which was red.

She felt something pointy,

Under her pillow.

And that was her glasses,

Which cost rupees twenty.

My granny laughed a lot

and called me to tell.

The story of glasses,

How she got.