Mr Popo Tries To Cook

Hey Guys! Today we have another Popo Poem! Dont know what that is? Well, Mr Popo is a regular character on my blog. He is always up to ridiculous things and his trusty wife Mrs Pipi has to help him out of them 😀 Click on the links below to see a few other post about him:

https://tapasmi.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/mr-popo/

https://tapasmi.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/mr-popo-to-the-gym/

https://tapasmi.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/735/

 

Today’s poem is about Mr Popo trying to cook! Without further ado, here it is:

mr popo tries to cook

 

 

Mr Popo, short and fat

Is back with us again

Again making a ginormous fuss

That cycle shall repeat again.

 

This time, our dear fussy man

Had seemed to attach a hook

To a habit- quite disastrous

Of wanting to learn to cook!

 

His Mrs Pipi just sighed

She was used to his little ways

Of wanting to do thinks so bizarre

They mostly didn’t last for two days.

 

Just when this funny little man

Proposed this cooking idea to her

She knew all the things she would

Have to clean and fix and stir.

 

Mrs Pipi knew much better

Than to just uselessly interfere

But leave her hubby alone to mess up

The dirt she would later clear.

 

Now meanwhile, near the stove,

Was Mr Popo, sneezing and crying

He breathed pepper chopping onions

Soon, he was quite done trying.

 

But he wanted to impress his wife

So he quickly call up a food shop

Asked for noodles home delivery

So the deliver came in a hop.

 

When it was finally suppertime

They sat together to eat-

But ah, there was a catch-

That it was takeout, he didn’t admit!

 

He passed it off as his own,

And Mrs Pipi was so impressed!

But in the middle of Popo’s gloating,

A problem suddenly pressed.

 

Mrs Pipi noticed capsicum in the meal

But she knew there were none at home

She inquired Mr Popo about it

An uneasiness began to roam.

 

Than he had to explain how

He hadn’t actually made it

He just got it to impress Pipi:

It came out bit by bit.

 

Ready for a disappointed wife.

He bowed his head in shame

But then he saw Pipi smiling

For she loved him all the same!

 

“Oh Popo! You are too funny!

That was silly, yes thats true.

But the fact you wanted to just impress me

Just makes me really love you!”

 

So the day ended with the short

And funny couple laughing about it

The stars bright and shining

The moon whitely brightly lit.

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

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