Let me tell you my story
Not that it covers me in glory
Looking to be ferried across a river
A frog took me on board as long as I stung him never
Halfway across we were chatting happily
When the temptation to bite his neck came snappily
And loth to miss such a chance
My fangs plunged him into his death dance
Just in time to reach the other side
Before his strength ran out and died
So my lesson to all with a power to use
Never turn up your nose and an opportunity refuse.
Categories:
snappily, betrayal,
Form: Couplet
Zippily, zippity, I slip down
the slippery dip slide.
Zippity-doo-dah, slippily-dippity-do!
Suddenly and nippily, tipping
backwards to quicken the pace.
Snappily, I whippingly
swish right off the end of the slide.
I launch into space,
Fly high in the air, arms wildly flaying
like a rocket man on steroids, screaming.
I land with an awfully
painful jolt, snap and thump.
Woefully my aplomb undone,
not so spryly or lightly,
right on my backside.
Categories:
snappily, flying, games,
Form: Free verse
They lived out loud and proud and dazzled the neighbors
But only the ones who were paying attention
Which was not many actually
They laughed so strong and long that others rolled their eyes
The jealous ones, the ones who had no friends to laugh with
You know who they are
They drank like sailors, until their health gave out
But they were in their hundreds by then
Because living loud and proud spells a long life
It annoys the ones who do not know how to be raunchy and
rude and crude and loud and lewd and dress snappily and happily
You can look in the mirror and will know if you fit in or not
Wait! It is not too late.
It is never too late.
Categories:
snappily, age, joy, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
A crumpled bit of paper
Dust lined creased edges
A fog of memories
Invading her heavenly sanctuary
Loud voices rape her
Moat of sheltering hedges
Adrift on wavering seas
It's better not ever really caring
Kick back haphazardly
The note disappears
She glances briefly
At a life once in happy tow
Never look at life backward
It will leave you in tears
She shrugs off regretting
And snappily turns quick to go
Categories:
snappily, dark,
Form: Free verse
There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla.
He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He tipped it to me when he saw I was not picking gooseberries.
Howdy, he said.
Hi, I said back. Surprised he spoke cowboy.
Have you seen a gopher? I asked him.
We looked together, but could find no evidence of one.
I reported this back to Kaie, gladly. She is always getting something wrong.
I know it was an animal that started with the letter G, she said.
She began naming animals.
Grouse? Guinea pig? Goat?
My friend the gorilla tipped his hat to me from the window.
I waved back.
Gorilla? I asked her.
Don’t be silly, she said.
Categories:
snappily, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Narrative
Vembadi, my Alma Mater
On day one, I stepped into school tearfully,
In school uniform, clutching my bag nervously.
Miss Barker appeared! I gazed at her fearfully,
Her foreign face scared the native lass tremendously!
Miss Barker, the disciplinarian, and her walk daily
From Lower to Upper School, we’ll never forget.
The great lady, with her methodical ways,
Our last foreign head, guided our school skilfully!
We learnt to read, write and count effortlessly,
But faced tests and exams anxiously.
We took part in sports and games snappily;
At break times I ran out with friends happily!
Miss Mabel Thambiah, our first national Principal,
Succeeded Miss Barker calmly and unflappably.
She steered the school at all times marvellously,
Specially in the turbulent takeover years!
Our teachers worked so painstakingly!
With improved knowledge and manners, we prayed daily.
The years flew by, our schooling ended quietly,
And I stepped out, at seventeen, gallantly!
Categories:
snappily, education,
Form: Free verse
Zest still lingering on the golden beach,
afar usher flocks of flowers of spring peach,
sprucely greeting ensemble yet snappily nodding each.
Estrangement erased, elysian exclusives elope into earthlings' reach.
Pink petals, scapes o'er scapes,
weave and wave boundless drapes;
bracing aroma, miles after miles,
spins and spreads serene smiles.
azure sky, exclaiming no such crafts in heaven yards;
disguised as radiant sunshine: her wistful regards.
Categories:
snappily, flower, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Carol Ellen’s love of granite will turn her into a fulfilled geologist.
Tim’s fascination with stem cells will help him be a fantastic biologist.
Me, myself, I want to a tri-scientist. Maybe paleontologist.
If not that, there is my secretive dream of being a micro-biologist.
My neighbor’s cousin is a boring, bored, cardiologist.
His former dream was to be an Egyptian anthropologist.
I’ve invented a new career, a Sabertoothologist
Which sounds almost as terrific as a ColdDuluthologist.
Both are my self-made ideas, as I am a well-known ideologist.
My outrageously lovely fall back plan is snappily dressed zoologist
Except the Latin might kill me, forcing me to become an astrologist.
If I want to begin soon, I had best get out some books and blow off the dust.
Categories:
snappily, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme