Rampage

• Hagan Brightman, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2006

Lock up all your valuables and hide your precious things.
I can hear something coming
Who knows what mischief it brings.
I can hear excited noises coming down the hall.
I’m looking for defences but its to late to call.
It probably sounds like I’m preparing for a tornado, cyclone or a twister
you'll never believe me if I tell you it’s just my baby sister.
I hear her pace quicken as she reaches the door.
She sounds a bit like a boar racing across the floor.
I see this wicked smile on a cute little face
That belongs to little Miss Zavy