Poem 247 - Confusion - Confusion

Many new beautiful vases in a birthday store

Buying gifts according to Mr. Smith was a bore 

Wondering what to buy for his wife's anniversary

He bought a red rose and went home, gave it to Mrs. Smith in a hurry

 "It's your son's birthday not our anniversary!", she threw the vase on the floor

The fragile vase now broken into bits

Mr. Smith was shocked out of his wits

Slowly the pieces he did lift

His son entered the scene asking for his birthday gift

In confusion of what to say, on a vase piece he sits

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/

Poem 227 - Magical Tunnel?

Walking in the tunnel, half-past nine at night

I look around in the tunnel light

No traffic, on this usually busy tunnel, In shock, up and down it I wander 

 'Could It be magic?' I do ponder

That's when my alarm clock wakes me up with a fright

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.in/

and - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/
and http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/

Poem 224 - The Chocolate

"You ate the chocolate" "No! I did not"

At that time a grin on my mother's face we spot

My mother listens with a lot of patience

As at each other I and my sister make false accusations

Then our mom told us she was the one who ate the chocolates our granny had bought

~Gaurang Rao 

Written for - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 222 - The Sportive Teacher

Teacher's back faced to us, I and my friend threw paper-balls at each other

But  unfortunately one hit the teacher, Oh! What a bother!
She turned towards us, her hands on her hips she was holding,
Thinking she'll say it's property destruction, we got ready to endure another scolding

But ironically she burst out laughing, and trust me, so did the class together!

~Gaurang Rao

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

Riddle 2 - Who Am I?

Each time I told a lie my nose grew long

I was first made of wood, sturdy and strong

In movies like Shrek I did appear

I saved him with my nose without any fear

I bet my nose can grow bigger than the tail of King Kong!

~Gaurang Rao

Who am I?

Write your answers below and I will submit the answer in a week's time!

Poem 207 - The Scare!

To scare my sister, I hid behind the door

I heard footsteps, I gave a roar

But to my horror, I saw the cook fall down, with a pot

With embarrassment, my cheek were hot

I would never try this, I swore

My plan did backfire, I helped the very angry cook

In anger his fists he shook

At that time, from behind me, my sister shouted "I'm back"

I seriously got a mini heart attack

I got a taste of my own medicine and the cook gave my sis a happy look

~Gaurang Rao

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

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 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

Poem 199 - Sour Day

Mr. Smith took a ripe lemon off a tree

Thinking its a sweet lime he took  a bite into it with glee

So sour it was that he closed his eyes

He started dancing around in surprise 

He went to his wife and told "To Sweet Limes I Do Have An Allergy"

OH poor Mr. Smith!

Poem 197 - The prank not played

So many pranks played on me by my sister

So I decided to play a wonderful prank on her

To scare her from under the table was the prank I did pick

But sitting under the table, gave my neck a crick 

I come out of the table, wondering if anyone has finished this prank, ever?

 -Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 195 - The beach

I am on the beach flying my kite

Me and my sister having a kite fight

Behind us dad give's a shock to my sister and me

BOO! He makes us drop the kite spool in the sea

Our unlucky dad pulls money out of his wallet making it light

And there it was two new kites

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/ 

Poem 178 - Blood without a murder?

I come out of the washroom, after cleaning my hand's mud and sand

I see the walls red, I get scared - is it blood? For a moment I just stand

I scream out loud, my mom comes in and looks at the red wall

For a moment she stares, and then comes a smile that is small,

I turn back to the wall and see my little sister sitting with a paintbrush in her hand

-Gaurang Rao

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

Image from - http://swineandroses.deviantart.com/art/Corner-25811760

Poem 166 - Cycling Day

I am cycling it is a happy day

A beautiful weather, I hope it does stay

I happily sing as I pedal along

I raised my hands to dance with the song

I fell down in a stack of hay

-Gaurang Rao

Written for and image provided by - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Poem 154 - The Silly Servant

Servant doing hard work, because of the glass eye of his boss

He always took it out and kept it were the servant was

Boss told "I am keeping an eye on you"

Servant believed boss, and did hard work too

When servant's friend heard this and laughed, servant got cross

-Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 152 - Tit for Tat

Going to my sister's room, banging her room's door and running back

My room's door fly's open, sister gives a glare, her eyes, cold and black

Sweetly I smile, I act innocent by shrugging and opening my book

She turns around and turns again - once more she gave me that hard look

I laughed in my room, just then someone bangs my door, and laughter does crack

-Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 149 - Homework Troubles

I looked at my homework, I had finished so little, so much to do

It is such a bore and I wanted to play Basketball too!

I took my orange colored basketball out

"Do your homework" my mother did shout

At the end my mother's disappointng words I had to listen to

-Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 140 - Kaleidoscopes

Beautiful coloured objects creating a design

The mirrors reflecting the beads, making them shine

In the cylindrical container, colours seem to fly

Me and my sister - through the hole we do spy

We both fight for it, suddenly it breaks, now not hers nor mine

-Gaurang Rao

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

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