tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194827982024-02-20T20:57:38.380+05:30Rhyme All The WayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1139335554010719722006-02-07T23:28:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.700+05:30Angel On Earth<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/earphone1.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/earphone1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/earphone1.jpg"></a><br />Standing under the shade of a Oak tree,<br />She looked so gorgeous and carefree,<br />Every time I look at her, my heart jumps with glee,<br />Wish I could be her Honey and she my bee.<br /><br />She looked so innocent and naive,<br />Her eyes darker than a deep cave,<br />Lush hair curled like a sea wave,<br />I looked at her and a smile I gave.<br /><br />She was a little shy but she returned the smile,<br />A sight so exquisite, one could see from a mile,<br />A look at her was like drinking a elixir filled vile,<br />I gave her a hug without waiting for a while.<br /><br />She kissed my eyes and her lips were so cold,<br />Her cheeks were like soft clay mold,<br />For me she is more precious than a mountain of gold,<br />After all she is my sister’s six year old.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1137346947333779782006-01-15T23:07:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.631+05:30Treasure Island<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Resize_of_DSC01113.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Resize_of_DSC01113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It was the month of May,<br />I was walking along a bay,<br />Suddenly I found a hidden way,<br />At the end of which, a box lay.<br /><br />Remembering a story my mama told<br />Imagined it to be full of gold,<br />Made myself a bit more bold,<br />But still my hands were very cold.<br /><br />Buried in some stones the box was laid,<br />Dug it out with my spade,<br />Cut it open with my blade,<br />With cardboard it was made.<br /><br />The box was light, but hard,<br />Coated with a little lard,<br />Opened it up taking guard,<br />In it I found my brothers report card.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1137346630045092922006-01-15T22:48:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.568+05:30Thoughtless<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/fish.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/fish.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I thought, I thought, I thought,<br />I ran I thought, I swam I thought,<br />I walked I thought I, talked I thought,<br />I thought, I thought, I thought.<br />I Limped, I thought, I jumped I thought,<br />I prayed I thought, I frayed I thought,<br />I thought, I thought, I thought.<br />I laughed, I thought, I puffed I thought,<br />I mowed I thought, I rowed I thought<br />I thought, I thought, I thought.<br />I paid I thought, I played I thought,<br />I wept I thought, I swept I thought.<br />I thought, I thought, I thought.<br />And then I thought, what I thought.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1136115994244286322006-01-01T17:10:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.461+05:30Recipe For Disaster<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/darsydney.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/darsydney.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Thick smoke has engulfed my house,<br />Waking up my sleeping spouse,<br />I was running around looking for something to douse,<br />First time I had seen something scarier than marriage vows.<br /><br />The smoke started to turn into fire,<br />Engulfing the curtains, I had bought on hire,<br />The flames started growing higher and higher<br />The consequences of which would be dire.<br /><br />The house was slowly turning into a bing,<br />And every second passing was like a bee sting,<br />But then my heart started to sing,<br />When I heard the Bells of the fire engine ring,<br /><br />Then I saw my wife coming towards me like a teg,<br />Shaped like a barrel, or more like a keg.<br />I was expecting a kick form her big fat leg,<br />Instead she said " Next time tell me, when you try to cook a egg"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1135930304511479622005-12-30T13:33:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.378+05:30Ride Of My Life<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00255.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Billy was a cute little boy,<br />Not well built, but shaped like a Koi,<br />Living in his own world with a toy,<br />A little doll, that gave him lots of joy.<br /><br />I knew Billy as a very good friend,<br />Usually drove with him until the highway bend,<br />A feeble little boy who, could not defend,<br />Ask for help and his right hand he would extend.<br /><br />Today I plan to drive in my pick-up car,<br />My pet sedan, which I named ' Highway star'.<br />Drive around the park, not very far,<br />And have a drink, in the coffee bar.<br /><br />I said to Billy " Hop in the car lad"<br />We were going for a drive like we always had,<br />But then what I heard drove me mad,<br />"I’m busy for the drive," said my dad.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1135331324597889232005-12-23T15:15:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.300+05:30A Humble Prayer<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ship.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ship.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I cried and prayed to the lord<br />Like a baby with a just broken umbilical chord<br />Hoping my prayer would give the expected reward,<br />Which was neither a diamond nor a golden rod.<br /><br />My prayers were heavy and intense,<br />Which always are when I am tense,<br />And god finally decided to end all the nonsense,<br />By standing in front of me and showing his presence.<br /><br />He asked, " Is this something to do with your last wish"<br />You had asked for a wife, when I offered you a golden fish,<br />Even refusing a endless supply of your favourite dish,<br />The words form his lips were coming like swish.<br /><br />I said, " Please take back this wife of twenty"<br />I prefer staying alone till I am seventy,<br />To which god replied " sorry son that I can’t guarantee"<br />Since when I send them I don’t give a warranty.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134448234849302492005-12-13T09:11:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.169+05:30Piggy Bank<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/New%20Image.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was walking in the rain<br />All my efforts had been in vain,<br />With only loss and no gain,<br />All my money had gone down the drain.<br /><br />Fore every penny lost my heart pauses,<br />So now I stopped counting the losses,<br />But how can I forget the silly causes,<br />Now I'll go home and listen to Gun's n roses.<br /><br />Now that I am totally broke,<br />Seeing me even a frog wont croak,<br />If I don't act before I soak,<br />People will make me a joke.<br /><br />Enough troubles I already had,<br />Now before my miseries start to add,<br />Or even before I start to turn mad,<br />I better say " give me some money dad."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134444955631851402005-12-13T08:50:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.108+05:30Curse Of A Nation<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00212.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He is rich but acts poor,<br />He has a car that's for sure,<br />Most of the time he is on a tour,<br />Around aristocrats he'll hover.<br /><br />Sometimes he acts funny and crazy,<br />But most of the time he is lazy,<br />Staying only in places which are cozy,<br />He always acts like he is very busy.<br /><br />He earns money, by being cunning<br />Behind wealth he keeps running,<br />Living by making a honest earning,<br />Is some thing he'll never start learning.<br /><br />He is the head of every association,<br />Ad he doesn't take any suggestion,<br />He makes money vanish like a magician,<br />This is a short introduction of our beloved Politician.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134394390768299572005-12-12T18:44:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:35.039+05:30Rain Drops Keep Falling on my.....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/merb.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/merb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As the tiny raindrop fell on my nose,<br />I stopped watering my garden with the hose,<br />My garden filled with flowers like Lily and rose,<br />Can make anyone stand on their toes.<br /><br />Then all of a suddenly it started to pour cats and dogs,<br />Drenching my years supply of fire wood logs,<br />People walking for shelter began to jog,<br />The only creature not troubled was a dirty little hog.<br /><br />Today nature had done my every-day's job,<br />Watering the lilies and the tree of cob,<br />Now I'll fry some ham on the hob,<br />And then start to tune the T.V. knob.<br /><br />Then I heard some noise from the garden which I dote,<br />I rushed there hoping not to see a goat,<br />Instead I found my sister in a moat<br />Watering the garden wearing my raincoat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134393153762359192005-12-12T18:29:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.961+05:30My Ambition In Life.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/mom%20in%20goa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/mom%20in%20goa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When My mom asked me " What you'd Like to be son?"<br />I said I'll be an astronaut and go to the sun,<br />Or I'll be a weightlifter and lift one ton,<br />Or I'll be a baker and bake fresh hot bun.<br /><br />Then my brother asked "what you'd like to be brother?"<br />I said I'll make quilts of cotton and feather,<br />Or I'll make jackets of fine silk and leather,<br />Or I'll be a meteorologist and predict weather.<br /><br />Then my sister asked " what you'd like to be young man?"<br />I said I'll make or repair ceiling fan,<br />Or I'll make lotions for people who tan,<br />Or I'll be a driver and drive a truck or a van.<br /><br />Then my dad said "decide and tell what you'll be my child"<br />I thought and thought my thoughts ran far and wide,<br />My thoughts were hard but my face looked mild,<br />When I replied " I'll spend all the money which you have piled"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134392339398864162005-12-12T18:12:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.898+05:30All For A Small Cause<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00081.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was driving down the street,<br />Wondering where to give her the treat,<br />Should it be a dinner or just a sweet,<br />Making her happy was really a big feat.<br /><br />As I turned left, down the road,<br />I changed my thinking mode,<br />These women I felt lack code,<br />Understanding them is really a big load.<br /><br />I first met her, when she asked me for a lift,<br />So to make her happy better give her a gift,<br />Thinking this I started driving in a swift,<br />Before our relationship could drift.<br /><br />If you are wondering whom I am talking about,<br />Its certainly my wife, without any doubt,<br />Do you know why she is acting like a lout?<br />It's because I said "you're a little stout."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134391302036824062005-12-12T17:55:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.836+05:30Garden Of Eden<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar%20reading.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/dar%20reading.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was in my garden, plucking the blossoms,<br />When my eye fell on a rose so red and awesome,<br />It spoke to me and said it was feeling lonesome,<br />So I picked it up and kept close to my bosom.<br /><br />It said you are sweet and kind,<br />My thorns may hurt you, but please don't mind<br />So I replied "A rose like you I'll never Find"<br />Whose petals with gold are lined.<br /><br />I said to the rose, your perfume I wanna smell,<br />And get the feeling of falling in a bottomless well,<br />And listen to the sound of my heads ringing bell,<br />As I said this the rose from my hand fell.<br /><br />The rose started moaning in pain,<br />Its sound was louder, than the whistle of a train,<br />By then I heard some noise that sounded like rain,<br />But It was my wife shouting " You're drunk again!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134379341016027282005-12-12T14:41:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.775+05:30The Longest Day<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00375.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As on my bed I lay,<br />I was woken by the suns first ray,<br />This was going to be my first day,<br />The day I was waiting for is come today.<br /><br />I take a walk on the beach sand,<br />With my Walkman playing a rock n roll band,<br />Yesterday some thing happened totally unplanned,<br />I had won the lottery of a Million grand.<br /><br />Now as I drive to receive the prize,<br />With my eager wide open eyes,<br />My excitement is on a rise,<br />My life had finally played the big dice.<br /><br />The though of money made me drool,<br />I entered the office and kept my cool,<br />I was offered a seat and I sat on a stool<br />Then out came my friends and said "April Fool"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134377623167169142005-12-12T13:34:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.714+05:30Twisted Tale Of A Housewife<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/fishing.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/fishing.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As my boat, I row down the calm lake,<br />Staring at the ripples caused by my boats wake,<br />The hard heart in me becomes soft like a cake,<br />What serenity around me, which no man can make.<br /><br />Then a gust of wind blew across my boat,<br />Bowing my hair and my coat,<br />I take a fresh look at the lake which I dote,<br />And see a man in who's hands a fishing rod tote.<br /><br />What a pity to hook a jolly good fish,<br />A free swimming creature ends up on a dish,<br />When they swim in their water they looks so swish,<br />Their death comes even without a last wish.<br /><br />Like the fish I hope this man meets his end,<br />For hooking poor little fish, who cannot defend,<br />In anger a bunch of curses I decided to send,<br />But soon realised that he was my dear husband.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134374647723301902005-12-12T13:25:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.652+05:30The Flight of Icarus.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Image028.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It was going to be my first trip by flight,<br />And the look on my face Wasn't a pretty sight,<br />The very thought of flying at a height,<br />Made me heavy and my stomach light.<br /><br />Although my flight wouldn't be very long<br />Flying for me is harder than listening to a sad song,<br />And what will happen if any thing goes wrong,<br />At this very thought my head felt like a gong.<br /><br />Sitting at home I was waiting for time to pass,<br />I was afraid and my body stiff like brass<br />In case I fall, I hope I fall on grass,<br />And hoped that the air would lift my mass.<br /><br />With fear I started to sweat and cry,<br />My mom came and asked me why,<br />And when I replied "I'm scared to be High"<br />She said " It happens to all Birds when they learn to fly"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134373839573741352005-12-12T13:09:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.583+05:30The Sixth Sense<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00049.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00049.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br />The night was dark and cold,<br />To step out of the house one had to be bold,<br />Although my house was haunted and old,<br />"Stay in" that's what I was told.<br /><br />I heard my Grandma call me downstairs,<br />She was nice, but her voice was like a bear,<br />Her face was full of wrinkles and her head had no hair,<br />And it was she who looked after me and took my care.<br /><br />She told me " Son go out and check the noise"<br />It certainly wasn't coming from my toys,<br />So there was only one choice,<br />It must have been the neighborhood boys.<br /><br />As I stepped out of the house I heard two children boast,<br />I thought ill call them and give them toast,<br />So I went near them like a perfect host,<br />But at my sight they ran off shouting " Ghost"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1134373168147174862005-12-12T12:59:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.519+05:30All In a Day's Work<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00105.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00105.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Five young men were walking down the street,<br />Their Dress looked, new, very tidy and neat,<br />Their Steps seemed to follow a particular beat,<br />It appeared that they were back form some feat.<br /><br />I wondered, why were they so happy and gay,<br />Is it because they had received their pay,<br />Or just because it was the month of May,<br />And when I asked this is what they had to say.<br /><br />One said that he had just won a million buck,<br />The other had just bought a farm of duck,<br />The third had won a contract to supply puck,<br />The fourth said he had got all the worlds luck.<br /><br />But all four of them said that they endorse,<br />That the fifth one was luck's source<br />and before the word "why" from my mouth could force,<br />They all said " He just got a Divorce"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133929086901376182005-12-07T09:32:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.409+05:30Rhyme Of An Ancient Mariner<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00010.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00010.jpg" width="207" border="0" /></a><br />I waved at the boat as she started to sail,<br />Her speed no greater than that of a snail,<br />In the bright water, filled with sharks and whale<br />My boat looked sturdy but pale.<br /><br />As the gentle winds carried her on,<br />I recollect my sailing days so long gone,<br />Today here I am standing on the lawn<br />And launching my boat 'St. John'<br /><br />With the gentle waves she started to roll,<br />Lost her course and hit a nearby pole,<br />Even before she could reach her first goal,<br />My boat had lost its soul.<br /><br />The very craft that I so dote.<br />Began to sink just like a goat,<br />In desperation I threw my coat,<br />As down went my paper boat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133526823074862202005-12-02T17:47:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.351+05:30Santa's Way<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00182.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00182.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I met Santa on my way,<br />Hey Santa I asked "where you stay?"<br />With hair and beard so white and grey<br />I don't believe north pole is your way.<br /><br />I walk up and down the lanes,<br />Sneaking in through the window panes,<br />Giving children trains and planes,<br />Said Santa and gave me some manes.<br /><br />I thanked Santa for his gift<br />And clever Santa asked me for a lift,<br />But I replied in a swift,<br />That I have no sledge to drift.<br /><br />Santa said you are a good lad<br />But some of your habits very bad<br />Hearing this I felt very sad<br />But soon I knew Santa was my dad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Note: This is a old poem I wrote couple of years back. It was Selected by <a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P4168222&BN=999&PN=1">Poetry.com</a>, to be included in their 2005 spring edition "Eternal Portraits Series". Just thought It deserved a place in this trash</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133497579699835352005-12-02T09:43:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.281+05:30The Women In My Life<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ABC%20-%20CPR%20DEMO%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ABC%20-%20CPR%20DEMO%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We were doing the walking,<br />Although she was doing the talking,<br />She certainly wasn't Joking<br />I felt her voice was like a frog Croaking.<br /><br />And then she started to yell,<br />That even scared the churches bell,<br />Couple of tiles from a building fell,<br />My ears got the taste of hell.<br /><br />Then all the people around gave me a stare,<br />As if I were a colourful mare,<br />I was too embarrassed not to care,<br />And all my pride got a tear.<br /><br />Like a person who's just been bailed,<br />My face was getting smaller and paled,<br />These women always get me nailed,<br />This time it's my mom, just b'cos I failed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133491050909523872005-12-02T07:54:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.207+05:30A Day At School<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Gmdss.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Gmdss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It was a lazy month of June,<br />Just hoped it would end soon,<br />With a soup bowl and a spoon,<br />I was watching a T.V. cartoon.<br /><br />I had just come back from school,<br />A place where a genius becomes a fool,<br />With dummies called teachers as it's tool<br />The place is certainly not cool.<br /><br />Going to school is a big headache,<br />A pain that I certainly cannot take<br />Sitting on the same chair and being awake,<br />I feel like a cake that is about to bake.<br /><br />With books bigger than Everest,<br />The last word I here is rest,<br />With exams , practicals, and test,<br />It is the most dangerous pest<br /><br />Kid cute like a blooming Aster,<br />Is made to work really faster,<br />Unlike a chapels proud pastor<br />I am my school's stupid headmaster.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133448484037652852005-12-01T20:08:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.105+05:30The Way Life Is<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00011.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00011.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vessels in my kitchen sink,<br />Lying from days and they stink,<br />Should I wash them first or have a drink,<br />Life for me is never rosy and pink.<br /><br />Staring at the pendulms bob,<br />I recollect how I lost my job,<br />Now I will turn the radio knob,<br />or else ill soon start to sob.<br /><br />Last week I lost my dog,<br />Now the only pet I have is a hog,<br />But I can't take him for a jog,<br />Only thing I can do now is sleep like a log.<br /><br />To end this everyday strife,<br />I'll have to kill myself with a knife,<br />Or use a better way to end my life,<br />That is bring home a wife. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00011.jpg"></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133444363121012392005-12-01T19:00:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:34.041+05:30Riddle Of Life<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ruby.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ruby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ruby.jpg"></a><br />I was the third in a bunch of four,<br />Life for me was Really a bore,<br />Fighting for food, my skin was sore,<br />And food was the one which I needed more.<br /><br />We slept outside a stable,<br />Staring at the dinner table,<br />Hoping that the master would be noble ,<br />Like in some Aesop's fable.<br /><br />My mom had no money for food,<br />So leftovers really tasted good,<br />But my mom always kept me in mood<br />But sometimes she was really rude.<br /><br />Winters never made me cold,<br />Nights always made me bold,<br />As my life history is being told,<br />Two of my brothers are being sold.<br /><br />Be it rain or be it Fog,<br />Rest of my Life I am expected to slog,<br />Run with my master or even jog<br />And to introduce myself I am Jack your DogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-1133442236712278952005-12-01T18:08:00.000+05:302006-11-10T12:06:33.959+05:30The Day That Never Was<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/320/dar.jpg" width="298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I'm expecting to receive a bottle of wine,<br />That's what she gives me during Valentine,<br />Attached to the bottle, a card, with a line,<br />That usually reads "You are always mine."<br /><br />I could here her car stop by my door, <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar.jpg"></a><br />In joy me heart started to roar ,<br />I could wait for her no more,<br />Without her my life was really a bore .<br /><br />Her face looked a little sour,<br />Although she was late by an hour,<br />She neither had a bottle or a flower ,<br />But in her hand she held a cover.<br /><br />I stared at her in appreciation ,<br />Her presence bought a lot of consolation.<br />I opened the cover with a lot of expectation ,<br />In it i found her wedding invitation.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926303657820940789noreply@blogger.com2