Penguin

My cousin

Runs down the lane,

A rupee in her hand,

To the little shop round the corner.

Her mother, next to me, exclaims,

"Look how she runs!"

Funny, I think with a grin

"Like a penguin," for my aunt I say. 

The penguin sent with a rupee in hand

To buy ten rolled killers for her father 

And slow poison for herself

From the little shop round the corner.