Mr. Mischief

Mr. Mischief short poem

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There’s a man called Mr. Mischief,
He tickles you till you cry out,
Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout,
He hides your pencil under your pillow,
He also hid my book, ‘Wind in the Willow’.
He unties a young girl’s bow,
He doesn’t let small children’s swing go high,
He makes it go only low,
He triggers a fight between your friends to make them your foe,
When you see your house upside down,
It is he who has done it;
It’s he, who has left your gas lit,
It’s he, who breaks the egg,
It’s him, who drops your jacket off the peg,
It’s no one but he who kicks your leg,
It’s he in the night, who knocks on the door,
It’s neither you nor me, who spills the tea,
It’s him, who cracks your mirror and scatters the glass,
I’m sure he broke my dear vase made of brass;
Have you ever seen him?
I guess you have not,
All because he is invisible,
Try as hard as you may but he can’t be seen,
But I would like to see him as I’m very keen!!!

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Tanvi Nagar

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Tanvi Nagar, a twelve year old, is a student of Delhi Public School, Gurgaon, India. She is passionate about writing, besides playing badminton, swimming, painting and public speaking. She has written the books 'A Treasure Trove of Poetic Wonderland', 'A Bountiful of Rhythmic Stories' and 'My Book of Short Stories and Poems'.
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Aman
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Extremely interesting and involving poem from a young poet……keep up the good work……

J.rid
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Brilliant by any ones standards, I loved it and had a smile to myself then read how young
you were!! All I can say well done you, keep writing

Parul
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Keep up the good work!!!

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Beautiful it is Tanvi. 🙂

Akhtar Jawad
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An interesting poem, enjoyed it.

ammu sachariah
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It was really an interesting poem. Keep writing.

Preeti
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The only word that came to my mind after reading your work is WONDERFUL! Keep writing girl!

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