The Case Of The Missing Trophy

Poor dear Jake was crying

He didn’t know who it was who was lying

The trophy in his house was gone

He searched all over the place and in the lawn

He had seen it even last night

But once he woke up, it was missing–in broad daylight

He checked if his dog had eaten it,

He also saw if it was in the dog’s sand pit

He asked the milkman if he saw anyone walk past

On the morning in which the trophy got lost

The milkman said he only saw his friend, Tom, last

Looking nervous, holding a bag, and walking fast

He ran to Tom’s house and shook him out of bed,

“You better give me back my trophy or I will hit you on the head.”

“Trophy? What trophy?”, asked Tom in surprise,

“Liar!” said Jake. “You are so full of lies!”

“It's the trophy I got last year for the school marathon as a prize.

Haven’t you seen it at my place at least twice?”

Then he spotted the bag at a corner and rushed to it

Alas! On opening it, he saw a bulky soap-making kit.

Sheepishly, Jake looked at Tom and said, “Sorry, pal”

Tom replied, “It’s okay. Forgive you I shall!”

So off Jake went, wondering who it could be

Back home, his lunch would already be ready

But Jake was in no mood to eat

He dashed into his room and took a seat

Could it be Mrs. Luke?

Or her naughty son, Pete, the neighborhood crook?

Afterall, neither Pete nor Mrs. Luke had ventured out all day,

In fact, they hadn’t even stepped out to the Church to pray;

So he slowly tiptoed to their house and peeped in,

And saw Pete holding something shiny with a big grin;

Jake then angrily rushed in and pinned Pete to the floor,

Pete kicked back and sent Jake crashing onto the door;

Jake yelled, “How dare you steal my trophy, Pete?

Look at me—I never lie or cheat.”

Looking surprised, Pete replied, “What do you mean?”

“This is my trophy that I just sat down to clean!”

“Look here,” he said, and turned it and showed his name.

Jake stammered, “But…but…mine looks the same!”

“Well, not my problem, pal!” said Pete with a frown.

“Sorry,” Jake murmured and left the house, looking down.

He ran to his house and started to weep

It was his hard-earned trophy; not for some thief to keep

Dusk fell and it was time to eat

And it was his favorite food, which was well-cooked meat

But he didn’t touch this yummy treat

All he could do was wonder who was the cheat

His dad asked him why he was so sad

Jake answered it was his missing trophy that made him feel bad

“What?! A missing trophy? How can that be?

“Oh yes!I was polishing it when Mrs. Luke came for tea”

“Dad you should have told me, I was looking all around

Even in my school football ground

“Sorry son” said dad and walked away

And after that Jake never let anyone touch the trophy,

not even one day