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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Dear Swimming Diary

Dear Swimming Diary,
It is Tapasmi here today. I started learning to swim about last week. Success is DEFINITELY not on my favour recently.
What a surprise. 😯 It took me three entire days to glide. Now I am a pro at it. But then, everybody is. But either ways, I am happy that I have learnt to glide, it puts confidence in me, urging me to do better. 😀 You see, I HAVE learnt swimming. It took me a week to do so. But compared to around half the other people in the pool, it feels as though I am a mere creature attempting to move their arms and legs in a way which looked remarkably close to swimming. But we shall leave talking about my absolute professional swimming skills for later down, and discuss a little on how I learnt to glide.

I was tremendously excited to jump in the pool on my very first day. I was confident and happy. I feel really home at water. But how was I to know that I was going to be soaring about a poolful of chlorine water. But still.
I first began to do some mere warm-ups such as breathing exercises as I was instructed to do by my parents. So I plugged my nose, gulped a mouthful of air and swooped my head down below. It was quite a wonder I was able to do it for even 2 seconds. But still.

I soon did adjust and did a few proper splashes, staying in for about ten long seconds in a row. But back to gliding.
My hands were fine. My legs were fine. (Were supposed to do pretty much nothing with them exept keep our hands in a fish-like position). But my head wasn’t. My father told me I just had to keep my head down and lie flat, but it was tremendously difficult for me.

So around three days flew by, me trying to float gracefully in the water. But at the end of my fourth class, I felt a sudden rush of a feeling. I could do it. I could glide. I was getting impatient that I was not succeeding. In angry determination I finally dipped my head with force, kept my toes pointed and launched forward, expecting to see me gaping up for air.
But I did not. I was finally feeling successful, and zoomed in all directions, encouraged by dad until the day ended.

From than I felt so happy I made a kind of song in my mind.

On my first day
I thought there was no way
That I could, really in water
Glide and sway.
But how was I to know
That I would be able to show
That I finally learned
To glide with a glow.
Now my greatest fun is to float
Yes, of course I will HAVE to gloat
But I know I have the right to be excited
That I could glide like a boat.
But higher aspirations on me pile
For I have to swim in the same cheerful style!

Yes! I still remember how especially grumpy bored (yet amazingly cool! :P) me was so extra jolly. Hey, that rhymes!

I remember grumpy, bored me
Being especially jolly…

But anyways, I would like to put my next succesion in swimming sometime soon.

Love, Tapasmi
To Dear Swimming Diary.