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:


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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An Ode To Smelly Feeters


I dislike smelly feet.

They seem repulsive to me.

For who, on this Earth,

Sweaty toes wants to see?

All I am trying to say,

Is be hygienic my friend

Have clean feet, good job!

Now keep up this good trend.

To finish this fairly gross rhyme

Have a bath once in a while

Remember to clean between the toes

If you don’t, I’ll go senile.


Some nonsense for today! 😀

Crackling Fire


Crackling, warming red fire
Filling our hearts desire
Warming through the frozen bones
Toasting through the rickety stones.

Sitting on a rocking chair
In your cozy homey lair
Gently, snoozing of in ease
The calming warmth stops the freeze.

The cat happily stretching beside
The fireplace as to decide
To that day just curl and purr
As you stroke through its fur.

In the frost and in the snow
The fire warmth does bestow
Forget about the thick coats
The smoky fragrance softly floats.

Ah the pleasure of fire never ends
Until the logs burn, descends
The fire finishes into ash
Again, the town’s a frosty stash.

But worry not, my friend, dear
Of freezing you needn’t fear
Matchsticks, twigs- fire’s ready
Magic rekindles, burning steady.

Bad Handwriting


Bad Handwriting

Does my handwriting suck?
I certainly hope not.
But maybe if it does
I really think I ought
To not to write dumb rhymes
Which don’t make sense, none
The writing cant be understood
Knowing that is NOT fun.
My friends say my handwriting
Should to the government be reported
But it really seems so horrible
No vehicle will transport it.
Does my handwriting suck?
Well, I don’t know why I ask.
Me myself reading it
Is such a difficult task.
I once called up a genius
To guess what I had written
But I got smacked because he said
His head was now blank and smitten.
I know that I should feel ashamed
But I honestly feel a touch of pride.
Not the smartest can read it
No matter how much they tried.
So maybe I’ll put my silly drone
Where you wish: away
But that really has 0 point
Cuz the handwriting sucks anyway.
Now I shall tell the real truth
That none of this is true.
My handwriting is amazing in reality
I just wrote this to entertain you.