[Pretty Poems] The Word

#111

July 18, 2007

Poem 2 of 4:

Short version of 'The Word'

As simple as a word

Can be mighty as a sword

Big or small

Short or tall

A word is a word!

We may think it's a silly word

I think it's equivalent to the world

Because it helps you write

Makes your speeches bright

Gives you wings, you'll feel like a bird!

Wrote another 'long version':

My sister always tells me 'I wanna have a word with you'

But she keeps visiting the loo

She repeats it 'I wanna have a word with you'

Till the sun sets and the sky is a pale blue

Then I scream and get angry

People can hear that all the way to Hungary

At least she tells 'it's something'

I couldn't understand a thing!

So she explained again

But missed the main

She tried once more to start

Till Dad called for jam and tart

At midnight she told me

I rubbed my hands together in glee

Because she told me about

A little spider's sprout

You might wonder why I was amused

A spider had abused

Sometime earlier, all of us

We made  ahuge fuss

Ooh! Then we realized why this had started

Just because my sister had parted

With a saint carrying a bottle of paint

He'd told her about a spider in a voice faint

Then I made a movie feeling like a bird

About my curiosity of her word!