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 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 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 107 - Accidents!

Mr. Smith driving on the road, a sleepy man

Over a person the car almost ran

People say on the roads that he should go to hospital for mental

People wondered "Is Mr. Smith doing it on purpose or was it accidental?"

I wonder who Mr. Smith's role model was, when he was small

Because Mr. Smith acts silly in front of all

Once he ate a raw white pumpkin and said that it was yummy

He asked some more from his old mummy

Even in class he was scolded by his teachers and class mates

Once to school he came on roller skates!

He reads horror stories as a bedtime story

He once had a yucky mud filled, chicken curry

Really Mr. Smith is so funny, he put garlic in his milk

For his wife's birthday he ordered a towel made of silk!

And that is how we remember Mr. Smith the funny man

Who put on his head instead of a hat, a cooking pan

-Gaurang Rao

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again I am not trying to insult any Mr. Smith.

Thank You. Have exams so will be back on 10th now. See you people later.

Thanks

Poem 95 - A Clumsy Morning

To all the Mr. Smiths in the world - Mr. Smith in my poem is a

fictional character and this is not used to hurt anybody's feelings.

The same old Mr. Smith clumsy and silly as before

Thinks somebody is hitting him on the head when he hears a knock on the door

One morning he woke up late, quickly bathed forgetting to put soap

Oh! He should not do things more silly now I hope

But then for office he forgot to put a tie

Without eating his food to his wife he said good bye

He took his son's school bag instead of his laptop

And his car in the middle of two roads he did stop

Not only that he parked it there

Oh! Mr. Smith's behavior nobody can bare

He was late for his meeting once again

Oh! Does Mr. Smith really have something called a brain?

Mr. Smith was surprised to not find his laptop

Because of him the meeting they had to stop

Still Mr. Smith will never understand will he?

But if he will change he will surprise me

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 71 - The Old Rusty Car

The Old Rusted Car Was Janky

It looked as dirty as an unwashed hankie

Still Mr. Smith just was in love with his car

But usually it would break down on the way and won't go far

One day on his way to office he met colleague on the street

Mr. Smith told his colleague "Well in my car you can take a seat"

Into the old dirty car went the neat and tidy man

But when he smelt the car's atmosphere he almost ran

Mr. Smith's Driving was awfully bad

It almost made his colleague go mad

"Scooch over please I will drive" said the colleague politely

Colleague tried to drive and almost hit into a tree

"Hasn't your car got any brakes" asked his office mate

The angry colleague said "This car has to be thrown at any rate"

Very late both of them reached the office

An important meeting they did miss

Boss had a conniption over their lateness

But still Mr. Smith's car is in a mess

To each other the Colleague and Mr. Smith didn't speak

Mr. Smith to the colleague, forgiveness he didn't seek

-Gaurang Rao