“My dear judges,
with me having grudges,
I will write a petition in this competition.”
Threat-1
“Please give me the first prize,
or I will rise,
to an enormous size.
Then you’ll have to speak all lies,
about the enormous boy who didn’t get the first prize.”
Threat-2
“Please give me the first prize,
or the stench will rise.
You’ll see how it kills,
when it reaches your nostrils.”
Retorted the Judge,
“You’ll have to get it on your own,
Stop the threats else
out you would be thrown,
Then you’ll reap what you had sown.”
THE END
BY:-Sargundeep Singh