Good morning
It's a hard but warm
Like hug to welcome
The new part of a day
It's not a big time to
Go in a feeling to
Wish a great day
I miss my last dream
In a black light which
Had a sip of kisses
On my eyes
I didn't made a sketch
Of your heart in my dream
But amazingly waiting
When will I wake and
Wish you have a nice
Funful good morning
My wings are aoch
Mouch crying to fly
Near your breath to
Tell you good morning
Bacha..
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
mouch, absence, fantasy, remembrance day,
Form: Light Verse
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
Categories:
mouch, humor, pain, word play,
Form: Limerick