Abracadabra did not work for joy
Her references backed by Leroy Tolstoy
She threw the spells out and went with her soul
Succeeding with the monsters, her ultimate goal
Instinctive chants from her expanding diaphragm
Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam
She snapped her thumb and the elixir lit red hot
Neon green too, then it began to dance and trot
Slivers of light darted left and right through the air
She could feel empowerment from everywhere
Abracadabra might work for the others
But she needed direction from her ancestral mothers
The room began to hum, whistle and sing
Pink curtains were jumping, chandelier did swing
Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam was the perfect chant.
For 7th daughter of 7th daughter, witch Millicent.
Jingle jangle jungle jee
Words make me laugh so merrily
Jingle bells and rat cat sells
Jingle jangle jungle jee
Princess Shee was protecting her bee
It’s a giant from Mexico, a killer, said Jee
A jester from way back, he ran to tattle to the king
The king did nothing. Princess Shee was his offspring.
If she wants to keep it, then keep it she will.
She has a mind of her own, and an animal skill.
She communicates well with bats, birds and this bee.
Leave her alone the king said. That is my princess Shee.
Steampunk Admiral Rabbit was given his last commission today
He was grateful to have it before he turned too old or too ridiculously gray
His merriment led to some confusion in the throne room of May.
We were going to retire that bumbling fool said her brother Jay.
I am the queen, May said, and still on the throne as you can see.
No one retires Admiral Rabbit or anyone else except for me.
Jay backed off, but ran out to pout with his meaner cousin Jay Jee.
Another naysayer who thinks old folks should be tied to a tree.
all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces.
ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces.
call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases.
nonsensical word play is the aces!
doll dim drop shrill humps plea yaw’s places.
fall flim flop frill rumps tree slaw’s glaces.
hall him hop jill lumps dee flaw’s races.
sing song rhythm leaves graces.
enthrall limb lop bill dumps knee straw's laces
mall mim mop cill grumps lee vaw's faces
paul prim pop hill stumps wee heehaw's praces
melody keeps me jumping glaces
saul stem stop zill mumps jee gnaw’s braces
tall grim plop thrill plumps zee draw’s vasesp
wall whim whop pill frumps kee shaw’s daces
loving this poem and her traces.
Childhood’s no longer a time to chill,
We’ve found ways child’s very child to kill!
Time then to draw a line—
Every child's no Einstein,
S@tire that enough of truth has still.
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Happenings | 04.01.2020 |
Topic: humour, childhood, parents
Poet’s note: I see an infant in a cradle. Instead of colourful sundry hangings over the cradle shaft (watching which my generation grew up to be a happy-go-plucky child), I see label-banners that read: JEE, IAS, NEET, GMAT, CAT, GRE, all hurdles that a student has to pass for a bright career attracting good salaries, and his parents filled with aspirations looking over . What a way to raise a child!
More popularity enjoys than medicine
And often voiced by a sickly Harrison
Towering above tablets and injections
As it battles with flu and sister infections.
Every illness shaking its taproot,
Quicker than Angel Raphael to shoot.
The dominant exclamation of Christian believers,
Not a little sure it shall missions deliver.
Every sneeze is from Satan
Said a Born Again Nathan
And one must mention it
To desatanize it!
However, from a sleeping snoring me heard
When one has kicked me hard,
Cruelling intercepting a wet dream:
Man’s more appetizing ice cream!
J-ust
E-njoy
E-very
B-eautiful
L-ine
A-bout
N-atal
C-elebrant
I-n
A-crostic
O-nce
L-itterateur
P-ens
I-nspiring
N-ote's
D-ivine
A-im
Topic: Birthday of Jee Blancia DT Olpinda (December 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
E-xpect
E-arly
O-pen
L-ight's
P-icture
I-n
N-ew
D-awn's
A-ppearance
Topic: Birthday of Jee Olpinda (December 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A jib a jab and a jibber jabber jee
Dancing on down to town called want-a-be.
I watched them go
One walked so slow
A jig, a jab, a jibber jabber, and me!
Jimmy Cracked Corn, and I simply don’t care,
Jimminy Cricket, Pinnochio’s pair,
Jee Wilikers, said to world of blank air.
Jee Josephats, yelled on a sister’s dare,
Jeeze, jumping Jacks, why cousin, are you bare?
Jolly Joe Ice Cream, true story, I swear!
Jimmy Cracked Corn, oh, yellow and so fair,
Jimminy Cricket, please get out of my hair!
Jee Wilikers, name of Ed Cooley’s mare.
Jeeze, jumping jacks, Sue, I thought we were square.
Jolly Joe, honey, hot bread, we do tear.
J’s of my youth, lie in my memory’s lair.
Bring them out to play, only when I dare.
BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye
Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae
Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae
Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae
Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae
Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae
Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae
Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae
Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae
Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae
Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae
Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae
"Zindagi bhr ka bas itna sa fasana hay,
Aaj nhi to kal hamain bhi chale jaana hay,
Talkh zindagi ke samandar main beh kar,
Hamain akhir main kinare se lag jaana hay,
Ye jo sooraj hay, har roz nai zindagi jeeta hay,
Ise bhi har sham maghrib main dhal jaana hay,
Saansain jitni hay jee lo maze lekar,
Akhir main sab ki saanson ko thum jaana hay,
Sharqi sare mosam tujhe yaaad krte hain,
Teri tarah hume bhi ye jism chor jaana hay....!
The thing that annoys me the most is when people ask me stupid questions and the answers are right in front of them! Like what is the price of this handbag? Uhm jee I don't know look at the huge pricetag on it and you will know.
Sometimes you get people that can act so dumb but they are actually really clever and knows everything mmm lets see think again. It's not my fault you want to pretend you are something that you are not. well atleast you try to but failed messerably.
sorry if I'm just easily annoyed with people who can't decide what they want to be or simply just can't open their eyes and see what's in front of them jee don't act so blond be waky waky then life won't be so dull!
Doing Wheelies!
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Memaw’s doing wheelies,
She must have flipped her lid.
She should be knitting blankets.
Or babysitting kids-
She had the “hee-b-jee-bies.”
At least that’s what she said.
Just before she hit the gas.
And started to skid.
Go get the camcorder.
One-hundred-thousand wins!
Now, that’s a lot of dollars.
Soon, taping did begin.
Hiding in the bushes,
When Memaw passed that way.
While doing many wheelies,
They videoed her play.
Then all of a sudden,
She rode toward the bush.
One last wheelie- Yeehawww!
Then, she landed on her tush!
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