Through the crowds and traffics
Rumors about how to get near you
like waves after waves
Hope to come closer
to hear you breathing
to see you streaking in the sun
Your body is gleamed with silver
like countless fish scales dancing around
Boats and nets are on the shore
eyes wide open, irresistible to
your fatal attraction
You are a thick book
full of memories of the rocks
and a pearl’s spoony waiting days
Tides come and go
whispering shallow songs
Time is the anchovies in your embrace
shaking out a salty taste
ESSENCE OF LIMERICK
Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty kitten beauty bold
Susie Moosie silky milky fickle trickle stories told
Spoony Fanny frost of fire
Croony Lanny ghosts of a spire
Cream a dream a seam a skim the creepy choppy rolls are rolled
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/04/2014
She came in flying sheet of ice an icing on the cake
For that matter idle chatter frisky kitten chilly cold
Oven ready eyes are beady dough is steady simple bake
Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty kitten beauty bold
Feel the hammer on the tamer Blakie beeper well done
Susie Moosie silky milky fickle trickle stories told
That is good for Louise Lucy get a nosy beetle bun
Horny Forney makes a journey on a mushy maudlin street
Eddie uncle cried uncle beyond all this fiddle fun
Spoony Fanny ice of fire had a bun in oven kit
Paul the swoony took a Cooney out of a meaty stew
Pummeled horses ran onto borsches Kitti kitties fully fit
Icy darkness gives all souls a perky kitten mew
This closes scores of stooges give the poor devil his due.
In the middle of the night,
When the moon shines bright,
A creature stirs with a terrible bite,
And his name is Spoonfang.
This vampire with a spoony face,
Has developed quite the taste,
For creatures of the pudding race,
Has the greedy Spoonfang.
So when the stars through dark clouds peek,
Into the kitchen he will creep,
And a tasty snack he’ll sneak,
Will the crafty Spoonfang.
Mousse and trifle, cake of cheese,
Ice-cream left in the deep freeze,
He’s had a bite of each of these,
Has the naughty Spoonfang.
But tonight he’s set his eyes,
Not on mother’s tasty pies,
But on Gran’s birthday surprise,
A gateau all for Spoonfang.
And so he creeps along the floor,
Tip-toes to the kitchen door,
But someone else is there before,
The bold and daring Spoonfang.
Count Spatula! The greatest Pudding Vampire of them all!
Both the vampires get a fright,
Their screams echo through the night,
And someone switches on the light,
On Spatula and Spoonfang.
Mother tuts and shakes her head,
Sends son and father back to bed,
Neither vampire has been fed,
Not Spatula nor Spoonfang.
Maybe there’s a little Pudding vampire in all of us!
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