Mr Clumsy Flumsy,
he is very very fat
He eats all his dinner
then eats the neighbor’s cat
He shits on his bed sheet
And snores like a storm
He Farts on Mrs. Flumsy
She wonders why it’s warm
Round very round
With his tummy very round
He wobbles and snobbles
And makes a funny sound
Never do they call him
To party and to dine
But dear Mr. Flumsy
Is always there in time.
Eating and snorting,
he gobbles all he can
For when he eats a pancake
he also eats the pan.
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Went through all of your poems quickly (though I would love to go through them with more time, soon). I liked a couple of things:
ReplyDelete1. Very few people write in rhymes anymore...its good that at least some them are still doing it, and it sounds nice.
2. Poetry has much to do with the lyrical quality and music, and you have a lot of it in your poems.
3. People just write about the so-called big things and abstract issues, but you have successfully shown that one can write meaningful and interesting poems even about the so-called 'ordinary/everyday' things!
4. Though most of your poems deal with everyday stuff, almost all of them have something deeper, sth beyond them...and have a sense of humour and irony!
Thanks. Do write more and share...!
Prakash Subedi