Morning Tea.

The milk man came speeding in his bike
left the milk on the gate pillar
and went off in a flight
Abruptly leaving my work then and there
opened the door in a hurry
rushed to the gate in great speed.
But before I could make it
Mrs .Monkey leaped from her tree house
stood atop the gate near the pillar.
Shouting angrily at the top of my voice
got near the gate right in time
when she picked the milk sachet
and tore it with force spilling half of it
drank a little and threw the remaining into the gutter.
She walked off like a heroine of Hollywood films.
I turned back with a sense of defeat.
Well, I had to go without my morning tea.