I, Me and Myself

Hi again,

Here is my latest poem:

I, Me and Myself
I had a dream to be a child
To be the real little me
I’ll make my mom cuddle, her shy
Little baby myself.

Simply Amazing!

 Hiya,

Here is a really silly poem.Ha Ha Ha!

 Simply Amazing!

A hot wintery night,
On my way to school,
I spotted a bunny,
Flying in a pool.
Simply amazing!
And isn’t that cool?

Mosquitoes

Hi,

I hate mosquitoes – Those Mini Draculas are a bother – Injecting me while I’m blogging

Mosquitoes

‘Ouch!’, shout the girls and boys
When the mosquitoes inject them with joy
And sip their blood juice without any fear
While the kids’ bodies itch all over.

Butterflies.

Hello,

Butterflies are really beautiful creatures, aren’t they? Here’s my new ‘pome’ ’bout them.

Butterflies

Butterflies, some big and some small
So beautiful and tidy they are
Make a tiny one for me, my lord
A little pink cute one

The Teddy in a Nursery Rhyme.

Hi,

Did you read ‘The torn Basket’? Liked it? Please comment. And here is a tough little nursery rhyme I Wrote myself.

The teddy in a nursery rhyme

The teddy in a nursery rhyme
Plucking mangoes which all shine
Taking sheep to the mountain high
Chasing bees to their little hives.

The Torn Basket

Hello,

I’m back. I had been readin’ Harry Potter and I completed the first six books of the series within ten days. Phew! My poor arm was tired holding up those heavy books. And now I’ve written a story for you.(No magic or witchcraft in it. Just a simple poor story.)

The Torn Basket

            The sun was setting and he still had work. Today, he had caught only two tiny fish, barely enough for his children. He was Bhola, the fisherman. He said, “Being a fisherman is not easy. To cast the net, to wait for the fish the whole day and then to catch the few fish…. Hmmm…it’s really a tough job. People don’t know the difficulties we’ve to face….especially… you… the rich. I just hope now that lady luck shines on me. And I catch enough fish for us every single day.”