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Judy Jaisinghani Poem
The Name Game
Understanding human nature can be very complex indeed
Especially when there are people whose names are hard to read
Let me give you some examples to explain what I m talking about
There is no simple rule to follow, no single rule to flout
Perhaps you can take for instance the case of Marylou
Underneath her disarming nature could be a cold and heartless shrew
Or when Mary Jane who’s far from plain is a stunning movie star
And Johnny who never stole any sugar or uttered Yes Papa
One should never plan a vacation based solely on the name of a town
“Accident” a place in Maryland is actually quite safe and sound
Or” End of the Road” is the name of store and does not refer to a street
There you can find everything you need from shoes to books to meat.
Consider why Ideo locator merely means a “you are here” sign
Or Morton’s toe simply means your toes are not arranged in line
Griffonage , unreadable writing , they should simply say hard to spell
Honestly with names like that , one really cannot tell
Have you ever wondered why no rats have ever run a rat race
Or a slip of your tongue seems silly when your tongue is firmly in place
What’s in a name asks Shakespeare, really there’s quite a lot
Would you smell a rose if it were called a Stinky touch me not?
Copyright © Judy Jaisinghani | Year Posted 2017
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The Christmas when Santa got Fat
Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima Beans and lots of Spinach Green
Life’s unfair when you’re Santa Claus and still your wife is mean.
So what if he‘d piled on the pounds and his belly was very round
He could surely fit down any chimney without the slightest sound
Oh well he thought its Christmas eve , children would put out some snacks
Milk, Cookies and Candy Cane would put his tummy back on track.
He got into his silver sleigh and heaved a mighty sigh
Rudolph, , Prancer and Vixen waved to Mrs. Claus goodbye
He was really very hungry the clouds had begun to look like food
Then again if he asked his reindeers, they would be so very rude
They all agreed with Mrs. Claus, Santa was rounder in his seat
They hadn’t even let him carry his goodie bag of sweets
The last place on his list was the house of Jill and Joe
Aha he fit down the chimney and he heaved a mighty ho
He placed the doll and toy train right underneath the tree
He saw the milk and cookies and rubbed his hands in glee
He ate and ate the yummy snacks till his pants felt very tight
Cheerful now he began to feel Christmas Eve was a jolly good night
They he tried to climb up the chimney but heavens he couldn’t get back
He wriggled and squirmed but had to agree his middle was very fat
Rudolph, Prancer , Vixen he very softly called
You’ll have to pull get me out of here I can’t seem to move at all
The reindeers whinnied suspiciously what Santa felt was a nasty laugh
He now agreed sheepishly why his food had been cut down to half
They heaved and with a mighty yell, Santa came flying out
It was a good thing it was still midnight for no one had heard him shout
When they reached back home the reindeers gleefully recounted the tale
When he saw Mrs. Claus’ angry face, he began to get very pale
But when she gave her sweet belly laugh, Santa heaved a sigh of relief
It’s a good thing they got you out my dear before they thought you were a thief!
It’s a stricter diet for you this year before you revisit Jane and Joe
Or else instead of the chimney, you will have to ask to use the door!.
Copyright © Judy Jaisinghani | Year Posted 2017
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Divorce
Let me start by giving you a small anecdote
About a husband and wife at the divorce court
Ranting and Raving till the judge ponders why
Screaming “I hate you “, An obvious lie.
The wife began yelling, I’m so glad that I left
The husband then sneered “Oh I’m terribly bereft”
The counsellor knew this wasn’t a different case
Just two people trapped in love’s crazy rat race
The love there was evident though cleverly disguised
Refusing to see things through the other one’s eyes
“His temperament is terrible and he’s really unkind”
He snarled at judge, “She’s out of her mind
Before I proceed to grant your decree
You have to be more specific with me
Was each moment unbearable these seven years?
The husband shook his head and the wife was in tears
Was your journey together horrible from the start,
Arranged Marriage perhaps, not matters of the heart?
They sheepishly mumbled “It was our very own plan”
Back then she said, “I loved this man”
The counsellor sighed, “ then I must request you
To give it six months before you are through”
You have to live together before you part ways
I’m really not sure we’d survive six days!
Well coexist you must and peacefully too,
Though the task ahead seems arduous for you.
“For an hour each day, put your phones aside”
“No TV for him too”, the wife cheerfully cried
You may sit in silence or do a household task
But It must be done together, is that too much to ask?
Separation is assured when you return to this place
I will ask for nothing more before I settle your case
They went away pensive about the situation at hand
Live together they must at the judge’s command
At the end of six months they walked back to court
Well you‘ve certainly come back on a different note.
Our disagreements back then seemed larger than life
The counsellor laughed, what’s a marriage without strife?
The judge then wondered where he would be now
If he’d tried in his own life to stay wedded somehow
Every day he regretted his decision to separate
It’s a sad revelation when you realise “It’s too late.
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Fairy Tales – Lost and Found
Mary ran into the department of what she thought was “Lost and found”
There she saw an old lady small and sweet, but very round
Mary said “Excuse me please, can you help me out?
I’m a little deaf my dear, I’m afraid you will have to shout.
If you please, my name is Mary and I’ve lost my pretty shoe
I can’t go back home this way and I don’t know what to do.
Oh my dear, that‘s not quite right, you couldn’t have lost your shoe
For if you say your name is Mary, I will find your little lamb for you.
“ My little lamb “?, whispered Mary, what is she talking about ?
I said I’m a little deaf my dear, you really have to shout.
If you were Cinderella or Dorothy, it would‘ve been a slipper not a shoe
And you said you were Mary so you can’t even be Betty Blue.
I’m sorry you are mistaken and you seem so very nice,
I will help you find your little lamb, how i helped the three blind mice
“The three blind mice, had the lady gone really mad?
Mary looked at her pretty shoe and felt so very sad
If you finished with Mother Goose, I beg your pardon miss
Because I’ve lost the way to Snow White’s house and she’s waiting for my kiss.
Mary turned to see Prince Charming who was standing next in line
Mary now wondered instead of her shoe if perhaps she had lost her mind.
You’re really a naughty boy Prince Charming said Mother Goose
Forget Snow White and Rose red or Cinderella’s heart you’ll lose.
“Next” called Mother Goose to the annoyed princess in green
I lost my ball at the garden wall, but found a frog who talks it seems
He calls himself the frog prince but I’d rather have back my ball
For with a kiss on the lips, lo and behold the prince was bald.
Mar y now began to laugh out loud and tears rolled down her face
She looked for the lost and Found sign and found La La Land in its place!.
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Christmas Day
I’ve marked the calendar to count the days Fred
Christmas is barely a month ahead
I haven’t even begun to diet yet
Eating junk all year, how I sorely regret!
Dad stopped reading the paper and frowned
Christmas means expense, he hated the sound
Decorations and presents and parties to plan
Why November couldn’t just be followed by Jan?
Well I can’t possibly wear my old Christmas dress
Or perhaps a gown this year would show the rest
U know the ladies who live on our lane
Oh yes ..Dad laughed..they are all insane
Mother looked mad so dad was quick to say
No matter the clothes, you outshine them anyway
Good save Dad, I said with a grin
Smile mom it’s true , you’re still perfectly thin
Hey let’s not stay home and decorate this year
A holiday would surely bring on more cheer
All my friends brag about where they’ve been
Resorts and Hotels I’ve never seen
My grandmother suddenly had tears on her face
Her soft voice quavered it’s not about a place
Or presents or dresses, Gran said with dismay
It’s all about Jesus and Christmas day.
When the bells rang at midnight the night he was born
In the manger where the Star of Bethlehem shone
The whole world rejoices and the heavens too smile
Eternal peace and joy brought by this child
Mum‘s eyes filled with tears and she rushed to hug Gran
Dad too walked over and slowly took her hand
You are right Gran we said; it’s the most magical day
Let’s keep Christmas in our hearts forever more to stay.
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The Awakening at Halloween.
The clock struck midnight as it turned Halloween, time to wake the dead.
The man entered the dark cemetery and walked to grave 13 up ahead
The shovel struck the grave 13 times till he reached flesh and bone
He sprinkled her shrunken body with yellow dust and heard the subdued moan.
Arise, Queen of the Undead, her face as grotesque in death and life
Her shrunken skin sallow as her lifeless eyes looked on the bloody knife
She cackled and shouted aloud the spell to awake her brethren in death
They arose in an eerie silence, arms outstretched till at last they met.
It was time to fill the grave again with new flesh and blood
To drag back their victim's bodies till the ground turned red tinged mud.
This Halloween night be aware if you sense an evil presence unknown
Should a lifeless hand hold you or a chill goes to your bones
Run as fast as you can before its you under the grave stone.
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I wish I knew you when I was young
I wish I knew you when I was young
The courage to take a chance in my life unsung
Without wondering what would happen and when
Leaping ahead without first counting to ten
How very different my life would be
The unwinding road with no limits to see
With the heavens up above and its guiding light
The courage to lead the way in the darkest night
Courage – I wish i knew you when I was young
A chance to change this life unsung.
I wonder if perhaps it’s not too late
To master courage and alter my fate.
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