SEASHELL
by Anishka, 8, QLD
I saw a seashell,
To mum and dad, I might tell,
No way, I’ll keep it a secret,
Anyway, we just met.
Inside it wiggles a bit,
Like someone’s head invaded with nits.
It squirms and wiggles,
Zig-zagging like scribbles.
I wonder what is inside,
Maybe something washed in through the tide.
It could be treasure or gold,
Or a tent that can fold.
I’m getting silly, those things don’t move,
They don`t scamper on my roof.
An animal peeps out of the shell,
And climbs out then it fell!
I play with it all day long,
Keeping the secret all day long,
Saying goodbye, off I run,
Today is already done!
Anishka is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup — you can read all her earlier work here.
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