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I think I was nine And thought the world was mine But my mom shouted at me Insisting I eat some rice and curry I decided to run away Coz’ that’s what Trixie Belden would have done But I couldn’t go very far Coz’ I wasn’t allowed to cross the road So, I climbed my 12 feet guava tree And sat on the comfy branch After a while mayhem began It was getting dark And my family was searching me out My name was shouted, all around the house Inside, outside, front and back But nobody so much as lifted their head To see me sitting there Quietly smiling at their frantic expressions “Oh dear, oh dear, where have you gone?” I took two biscuits with me When I ran away But it was many hours since And my tummy was growling I wished someone would look up The tree and find me Coz’ this was getting a bit weary Finally, my dad arrived and My mom rushed out “Our daughter is missing, Please go and report!” My father whom I thought Wasn’t very smart Was calm and collected And only laughed out loud “There she is!” he pointed at me Up the tree “Come down this instant or You won’t get to eat any rice and curry!”
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
Back in the Day when I Ran Away
I think I was nine And thought the world was mine But my mom shouted at me Insisting I eat some rice and curry I decided to run away Coz’ that’s what Trixie Belden would have done But I couldn’t go very far Coz’ I wasn’t allowed to cross the road So, I climbed my 12 feet guava tree And sat on the comfy branch After a while mayhem began It was getting dark And my family was searching me out My name was shouted, all around the house Inside, outside, front and back But nobody so much as lifted their head To see me sitting there Quietly smiling at their frantic expressions “Oh dear, oh dear, where have you gone?” I took two biscuits with me When I ran away But it was many hours since And my tummy was growling I wished someone would look up The tree and find me Coz’ this was getting a bit weary Finally, my dad arrived and My mom rushed out “Our daughter is missing, Please go and report!” My father whom I thought Wasn’t very smart Was calm and collected And only laughed out loud “There she is!” he pointed at me Up the tree “Come down this instant or You won’t get to eat any rice and curry!”
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Malaysian
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
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