This acrostic poem is by Mahathi iyer

Cumnor house school.

Imagine, that the iron mans head is as big as your bedroom,
Rustling through his iron fingers the wind sang, like bristles on a
broom,
Oh! what a sight his eyes are like headlights searching the seas,
Now his teeth are the size of hundred peas.
My, he is as tall as a house when standing on the brink of a cliff,
And ears listening to the sea are really stiff.
Now I wonder if he is good or bad!