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

Poem 202 - Painting It Yellow?

He appeared healthy, but a bit Sallow was Mr. Nate

Though I would like to, unfortunately I can't illustrate

And when Mr. Jake asked him, "What happened dear fellow?"

Falsely he said, "Oh Jake, can't you see I've painted my face yellow?"

~Gaurang Rao

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

Poem 201 - School Trip

And I had been to a trip with my school

It was really fun, and cool

Having fun with friends for four days

And in Kerala the wonderful overnight stays

Going shopping and riding on the ferry

It was really fun, it was all merry

Dancing and singing

Talking And Laughing

Everything went really, very well

And the whole thing to you to I can't really tell

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 200 - The Lady

A scream, as I walk through the woods

My bag full of medicines and other goods

And I bravely went towards the scream on the heavenly lane

For it was a scream not of joy or anger, but filled with pain

I saw a cottage, pretty strange to be in the middle of nowhere, I went there all the same

I knocked, wondering whether I should retreat my steps, for no one came

That's when I heard a pain filled groan from behind the door

I opened the door, for I could wait no more

And you want to know what I saw in there?

A poor, sick lady sobbing in her chair

I touched her head and I knew she had fever

Taking some medicine I made her swallow it, for I could not leave her

And now whenever I pass the cottage, I always stop for tea

Yes, she's fine again, a bit of kindness saved her you see?

-Gaurang Rao

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

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

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!