#124
A collection of old poems
Part 3 of 3:
2007
Continued: a few poems I composed for Dad's office magazine, which also featured creative content from other kids such as drawing and story writing.
Rain
The sky blinked its eye
Oh goodness! Oh my!
There was a flash of lightning
Means it's gonna start raining
So hold your umbrellas tightly
Don't take this matter lightly
Please do clutch with both hands your umbrella
Else you will face the same fate as Miss Stella
Who did it the other way round
And got a bruise falling on the ground
"Oh, what a nuisance!" her mother said
Oh dear, now she has to be in bed
So friends, let us not be foolish like her
Otherwise, we too would be under the cover
Lost in the Middle East
Lost in the Middle East
Was some kind of beast
He was an ailing tiger
Came from the lands of Niger
Oh, now what should he do?
Without even a sock or shoe
Then he met a camel
Who was munch-munching caramel
At last, he found a companion
Whose name was Marian
She was also lonely
With one doll only
So they had a good time together
The tiger was glad he was lost forever.
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