Poem 206 - The Soup

My shoes were wet and muddy, after walking in the rain
I went into a diner, for my stomach was crying in vain
Red hot soup, arrived on the dinner table

The waiter placed it, it shook, then it was stable

A red hot tomato soup, with bread pieces in it, I took a sip

The soup too hot, burnt my throat and lip

But it felt good, on a cold, wet and rainy night

And into a bread piece I took a bite

Thanks dear soup for making me warm

Don't you think it's nice to drink when its raining, or during a storm?

~Gaurang Rao

Written for -http://www.theme-thursday.com/
and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/

Poem 205 - The Funny Shoes

Mr. Smith's funny little shoes

Sometimes seemed too tight, sometimes too loose

Oh Mr. Smith didn't know his left from his right

And when he wore it wrong, he pondered about the mystery all night

And which shoe was for which foot he couldn't choose

~Gaurang Rao

Poem 204 - The Black Hole

I'm the black hole sitting here absorbing space

I wonder if I'll reach the human race

There is no time inside me, I just eat it

And still just absorbing space, there I sit

I am dangerous, for you don't know what's inside me

I am the feared black hole, the great and mighty

But now I feel sad, for my job is boring

And I've got tired of this job of time storing

And I never seem to be full, always need to eat

So in my dark world, time I do greet

~Gaurang Rao

Poem 203 - Halloween

Mr. Smith opened his house door to see the British Queen

And from behind her came the funny Mr. Bean

And Mr. Smith stared at them as they said trick or treat

Not realizing it was children, he wondered why they were acting weird on the street

Oh poor Mr. Smith didn't realize its Halloween!

~Gaurang Rao