Poem 129 - Mona Lisa

Her face, was looking really so true

A face that looked pretty, a face that looked fresh and new

Mona Lisa - her smile charmed everyone

Because of her face, everyone's hearts she won

Though only a painting, there seemed to be silent life in the art

The painter (in the painting) seemed to have put his full heart

Oh! A terrific painting, with beautiful things

Priceless - maybe worth infinite shillings

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Poem 128 - Chicken Pox

Mr. Smith ate fried sausages on a hot evening

But soon he fell sick, poor old thing

And guess what? He got chicken pox

In a few minutes he was on the bed, on his leg there were socks

Mr. Smith crept out of bed, looked in the mirror, saw pox on his face

He heard his wife coming, jumped on the bed with some great pace

His wife put a thermometer in his mouth, Mr. Smith chewed it

His wife saw him chewing and was in a big fit

He thought he could cure himself by covering the pox with white paint

When his wife saw him she did faint

Oh! Really Mr. Smith why are you such a silly man

In fact when he recovered his wife was after him with a saucepan

One morning Mr. Smith was so hungry he ate pepper and salt

His wife saw it and immediately to it she put a halt

Oh! Mr. Smith funniest of the funny

And that day he thought that a ball of cotton was a bunny

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 127 - A Cricket Match

An exciting semi-final there was today

The match was good, but the Indians had it their way

The spectators cheered loudly for each four and six

The batsman felt proud, the bowlers in a fix

The fielding - good, the persuasive voice of the captain

To bowl well he would encourage his men

Suddenly a six, followed by an out

From the spectators, there will be many a shout

The achievement for India, was better than being rich

My Oh My! They bowled great on the pitch

The Batting too went quite well

But I agree the arch-rivals put up a good spell

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

Poem 126 - A Sailor

The Ship was going on its way to Morocco

But what happened to the ship nobody did know

It seemed to have overturned - some people said

Some told that the sailors were safe, others told they were dead

But one day returned a weary old sailor, from the ship

Wow! So did all of the sailors complete the trip?

We decided to ask, but he was too weak

And neither could he stand nor could he speak

He was put on a small bed in a hut

On his forehead - the sailor had a small cut

Over it we put some bandage, and fed him well

So after some days his story he did tell

When he recovered, he told that "Nearby the ship had crashed

And every thing got badly smashed"

He told all sailors died, but he managed to swim to land

And that was why he was exhausted and he couldn't speak or stand

So the sailors or the ship, never reached Morocco

In fact, not much far could the ship go

And Nearly the last sailor had died, but he managed to swim

And so here we managed to save him

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Poem 125 - To My Grandfather

This is dedicated to my grandfather

You are such a wonderful person

A person that is full of kindness and unlimited fun

It is always fun to be with you

You are a person like very few

For all of us your love you do share

For each person you still do care

You've played with me when I was a small kid

For me, so many things you did

With you so much fun I had

You are full of good, not a bit of bad

In the world you are one of the best men

And I will give you a hundred out of ten

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 124 - Jelly Party!

I was having tea at the table, heard the gates open and close

It just sent a shiver from my back to my toes

The bell rang, I carefully opened the door

It was just my relatives, how exciting now there was no bore

Guess what they had brought some jolly good Jelly

Oh! It had such a good smell, now I can't call it smelly

Just fine for a jolly good Tea

For the excellent tea they joined me

It was fun, and the Jelly was tasty

And to think you got it all for free

Oh! How jolly good is that? Isn't it

Oh! I wish I could just give you a small Jelly bit

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

Poem 123 - A Sword Fight

Me and Jack were having a dual fight with swords

We were standing inside a platform, fenced with boards

The fight began, swords clashed, we held tight

Suddenly both fell back, but we continued the fight

His sword was pointed, towards my throat

But I managed to kick it, but it ripped my coat

Jack's muscles bulged, his tattoo was now seen

And I can tell you, the way he made his face it looked very mean

In a minute our Identical swords were again fighting

I had to quickly block because he gave a sudden swing

Outside the fence, I heard my dog give a volley of barks

But that could not stop us, again there were many flying sparks

Finally exhausted, we decided there was no winner

But I am sure both of us kept thinking that the other guy was the loser

I picked my dog, and went with my half torn coat

Though the fight was over, through my mind the incident did float.

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/