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As I See It, As a Three-Year Old

Little Bhim next door had his milk just now, Almost instantly he brings up curds! How? Our Pom puppy can yap and yet be loved, But when I yell, why do people cry loud? If mom and dad can quarrel when it’s due, Why shouldn’t I quarrel with little Tinku? They tell me often to keep my things clean, But wash the mobile, they will vent their spleen! Uprooted the sapling once to check the root; Mom went mad and treated me like a brute! The only key left of his car—I lost; There was hell; the other two, dad had lost! Often I am told: Waste not, want not, But I don’t get what I want, pray why not? She can teach me, my ‘miss’ in my preschool; Her Sue goes to ’nother school! Why this rule? Grandpa went to bed ’nd died the other day; Will I die in bed too in the same way? My parents are not that bad after all: I often have their hugs, kisses and all! — Ram, R. V. Date7/7/2017 Theme: humorous thoughts in the mind of a three year old..

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