I PAST I panic , my heart goes , boom , boom ! I rush  past John , he says  , " Hey May ! " I past those flowers that bloom . I panic , my heart goes boom boom !  I past  kids playing rockets,  zoom ! Their faces smiling , voices   gay I panic my heart goes boom, boom !     I say hello and  on my way. I keep yelling , "  Make room! Make room ! " Truly   , I rather stop and play . I past the beach ; oh dear  the spume  ! I keep saying , " Make room ! Make room ! " I past the mosque with the tall doom. " Say ,what is the time of the day ?" I keep saying , " Make room! Make room !" Or else I  have nothing to say.      I have  to be at home , my room . I rush past the market and,"  nay , nay No  plums   for me or  mushroom I have to be at home ,  my room . For me no  honey or perfume ." I say sorry and on my way At last I reach  home and my room... my computer, typing away.     Agatha Lai