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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Mr Popo Writes A Book

Hello my dear friends!!! Today’s post is a little poem on….that’s right, Mr Popo! If you don’t know about him, he is a regular character in tapasmi.wordpress.com . He is always filled with funny antics! Here are the links to his previous posts:

https://tapasmi.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/mr-popo-to-the-gym/
https://tapasmi.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/mr-popo/

Today’s Popo post is about Popo trying to write a book for his new job! Here goes:

Mrs Popo And Mrs Pipi

MR POPO AND MRS PIPI’S BOOKY ADVENTURE
Mrs Pipi stared at her fatty husband.
He looked rather occupied.
This was an astonishing thing indeed
So on his desk she spied:
A bunch of empty lined paper
And pens of thirty kinds
And just in case the paper tore
On his desk were kept some binds.
“Okay, Popo, tell me now,
What on EARTH are you up to?
You don’t seem great at the moment
And your mood is awfully blue.”
“Oh Pipi! I searched for a job!
And I ended up as a junior writer
I though writing would be easy
And the burden would be lighter.
But oh boy, was I wrong!
All I have done is got a lot of stuff.
I’ve acted super important and mighty
And acted as though I am bluff.
Oh, about 3% of my work is done
I filled the numbers of each page
But by the time I’ve filled them,
I’ll be million years of age.”
Mrs Pipi sighed and laughed.
She was used to Popo’s silly habits
And she knew when he got into them
He’d be jumpier than some rabbits.
“Oh Popo, I see your dilemma,
But I think we can the situation pass,
But before we start together,
I’ll get you some water in a glass.”
“Oh you needn’t, dear Pipi,
You see I spent more of my time
In preparing in beginning to write
Than really writing a dime.
I got fifty back up paper-sheets
And bottles of back-up ink
And a glass of water as well
If I felt I needed a sleepy wink.”
“Oh God! My hubby dearest,
Fine. Just drink it up quick!
And then I’ll call up your writer boss
For with him I have bone to pick.”
“A BONE? MRS PIPI, NO!
ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO KILL?
OKAY, HE MIGHT BE BOSSY,
BUT YOU CANT DEADIFY HIM, STILL!”
Mrs Pipi did a loud face palm,
Sighed twice and to him said,
“I see why you aren’t a writer.
This way, I want YOU dead!”
And so she called the Mr Boss,
And asked him what Popo could write,
And Mr Boss said if not a story,
Someone else’s poems would be right.
“Copying? Of course not, Mr Boss!
That’s just cruel and WRONG!
That’s just plain cheating
And meant for the un-strong!”
Mr Boss laughed and replied,
“No, Mrs Pipi! That isn’t what I mean!
He can just compile some poems
Not as a writer, but as a compiler he’d be seen!”
Then Mrs Pipi understood just then
And quickly bid goodbye,
And told Mr Popo of the idea
And this was his reply:
“But Pipi, whose poems can I compile?
I don’t know too many writer guys!”
But Mrs Pipi had a great idea
And she said the word of the wise:
“How about that youth Tapasmi?
The one who writes about you?
You’re always flattered about her
‘Mr Popo’ poems do!
“What a great idea Mrs Pipi!”
Popo hugged Pipi who was surprised
But she smiled anyways at Popo,
The fat man, short-sized.
And so the two set the work
And collected all poems of Popo
And with the motivation of energy drinks
They were quite soon on the go.
The next day at work Popo
Had a super compilation to submit
To Mr Boss the next day at work
And the compilation was a hit!
It was soon published with
‘Mr Popo’ stamped across the front
And Mr Boss and little Pipi
Were pleased with the stunt.
And so now you know of the little time
When Popo with his wife
To write a book of poems
Together did he strive.
And I, being Tapasmi,
Am flatter Popo chose me,
So I’ll keep on writing about him,
Soon, I know you’ll see.

Mr Popo To The Gym

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Mr Popo To The Gym

MR POPO TO THE GYM
Little Mr Popo, he was home to tea,
He told his little wife, (Mrs Pipi) ‘come to me’
What happened, asked dear Pipi, wide her eyes were
For Mr Popo’s eyes were red, the husband who belonged to her.
Fat have I become, Pipi, so I have developed a whim
I shall start going to the huge nearby gym.
Pipi, rather happy, on Popo’s back gave a pat,
And said- That is good, oh Popo, very good is that.
Yes, I know, little wife but wouldn’t it be hard?
Don’t you worry Popo dear, the God shall keep you guard.
And so the next day, Popo went to the shop
Shopkeeper, do you know anything to help me to hop?
Yes, said Mr Shopkeeper, I have a trampoline
Alright, Popo replied, I suppose that shall be fine.
But oh, what work it was to carry it to the car,
For, my dear friends, it stretched out quite far.
He heaved it up with all his soul
And finally he achieved his goal.
Then, he went to find a stopwatch to see how fast he could run
But alas, he could not find at all even a single one.
He ran here, he ran there
He ran basically everywhere
Down his face went beads of sweat
As finally a stopwatch he had met.
All he needed now, friends, was a hanky to mop his head
Again he went to the market to buy one as I said.
The shopkeeper liked the ones which were white, or maybe blue
But not even one did Popo like too.
He rummaged through the shelf,
With difficulty- he was straining himself
And found one at last which met his need
So tired, he went home to give himself a feed.
Home he came to his little wife, she,
Surprised to see the expression of Mrs Pipi.
Oh, good, Popo! You went to the gym!
For you are sweating and look rather slim and trim.
Mr Popo, too surprised to speak,
He began to blabber, like a bird with an over-large beak.
Ignored, however, Mrs Pipi had come,
Carrying a muffin and a little bun.
Very good, Popo, you seemed to have done hard work
So here is a little treat for you to enjoy with a burp.
Mr Popo, overjoyed, gobbled it fast,
And thought about the day that he had passed.
He had rummaged and ran,
Carried weight in a short time span
So he did work without a fall
So he did deserve his treat after all!!

MR.POPO

Mr Popo

There was a short man with a tall black hat

Matching his jet-black coat which was too fat.

His name was Mr Popo, and one day he went to a mall,          

And, with his small hand, knocked behind a wall.

Up jumped a pussy cat, and ran away with Mr Popo’s hat,

And Mr Popo screamed!

The sun brightly gleamed.

And this, o dear reader, is the first part of the scene.

***

Soon Mr Popo went to a shop, with his bare head,

and he was so angry, his cheeks had become red.

So he bought a small red hat, the only one available at the shop,

And knocked at a wall, and up came a kangaroo, with its loud hop!

It hopped away with Mr Popo’s new red hat,

And down at the bench Mr Popo sat.

He thought he was some poor servant, of a mighty queen.

And he was so angry, his little cheeks became green! 

And this, o dear reader, is the second part of the scene.*

***

Then Mr Popo went to a shop, and bought a yellow hat,

Knocked at another wall, and up jumped both kangaroo and cat!

And both gave the two hats back, and his temper decreased,

And he was half-tired, half-relieved.

 

THE END