ME LEARD

MR LEARD

There was once upon a time
A man called Mr Leard,
Reaching down his black belt
Was a long and silky beard.

 

The beard usually measured
Two and half feet worth of hair
Others thought him quite majestic
All who saw him used to stare.

 

“How daring for old Leard
To sport those long, bushy locks!”
Everybody exclaimed these words
They though him fiercer than the rocks.

 

One day, there was a meet-up
Organised by the hairy soul
People came, a little trembly,
They were afraid he might growl.

 

Mr Leard looked through his eyes
Upon the frightened audience of his city
And suddenly broke into a large smile
That was sort of laughing and witty.

 

Everyone stared at him.
They were ever so surprised!
That grand person could really grin?
To listen to him they obliged.

 

“People of my city, I had better begin.
I have called you upon my humble request
I maybe looking fierce by I truly
love you all, oh souls dearest.

 

So I just beg all you unbearded folk
To see beyond the pounds of hair
For underneath I am a nice person
For you all I really truly care!”

 

All the onlookers who were present
Agreed and then for evermore
Loved Mr Leard’s honesty and niceness
They liked him deeply to the core.

 

‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’
Is the moral of this silly little rhyme
Or perhaps, a little bit more fitting,
Don’t judge a man by his beard in your lifetime.

 

 

New Books

Hello! Sorry for posting late today. But here goes a little poem on new books, and how awesome it feels to buy them:
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NEW BOOKS

“Papa, papa, let me buy
The books there in the shop!”
Exasperated, Papa replied
“All right, I know you can’t stop.”

“KA-CHING!” Says the machine
And two minutes after that
A lovely book is in my hand
Sitting brightly whitely fat.

Once I get home I don’t
Bother to change my clothes
But jump on to my bed
Opening the book closed.

Sniff! I smell the pages
The fragrance of lovely books
“Read me!” The book cries to me
With a booky-booky look.

As I start reading, oh the joy!
The words splashing on my mind
Like waves against a sandy beach.
Words to book are destined.

I forget my dinner and my lunch
I forget everything that I once knew
For my eyes to the long pages
Are stuck to them like glue.

The book may not have pictures
But I see them in my brain
Me going down in the author’s
Worded memory lane.

Lost in a world of dream
The words wrap like a vine!
Upon the jewelled sentences
I feed upon and dine.

And when the clock ticks
And I reach the very end
It’s like the Gods of the world
Blessings to me did send.

That’s it! I hoped you liked it. I wrote another poem which I will post tomorrow. Byeee!
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Arts And Crafts

Hello!
A few days ago, I learnt how to make some beautiful roses out of paper. Aren’t they awesome? Here they are:
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I made all of them, but the grey one and the black one was made by my sister. I must say, (not being boastful), all of them seem pretty good to me!
Well, anyway, making these roses inspired me to write a short poem about doing crafts work. So… here goes 😀

Are you feeling super bored?
Feel like you are all alone?
Feeling that all interest is gone….
That fun has dried into stone?

Shut up! There’s a lot
For you to do right now
Cause I, the crafts goddess
Have come, down you bow.

Pick up the colour paper
Squeeze the bottle of glue
Snip and snap with scissors
And carry glitter with you!

Bright and lively paints
And a colourful mud sheet
Different kinds of cutters
And a paintbrush so sleek.

Pens cursive and felt-tip
Use stickers, all so bright
And skate with your crayons
Like fireworks through the night!

Make everything turn and twist
Make the paper waltz and dance
Allow sparkle and markers to invade
Tell the crafts to shout and prance!

Because when art chooses to invade
Crafts scream out “COME ON!”
Let joy fly out in colours
All boredom will be gone!
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Hope you enjoyed!!! ❤

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.

Reading Books

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Reading Books

Hello friends!
Today’s poem is a little cheesy. Yep, I admit it! It doesn’t have much of a deep meaning. Not too much to read between the lines. I wrote this one for an assembly at class, and our topic was ‘Reading Books.’ So it is a little more of a “Read it and liked it” kind of poem more than the usual “Read it and still thinking about it.” My classmates kind of loved it though!
It isn’t too bad though. Here hoes….

When you want lasting joy
You don’t need a children’s toy
The thing for which you need to look
Is just a simple story book
And when you start, Oh My, Oh My,
Books shall definitely satisfy!
Dissolving into world of dreams
As you read your smile beams
Books on shelves line by line
All of them are simply divine!
In castles kings and queens do dwell
Pirates hunt for treasure as well
Weird splotches of fuzzy blue light
Stars gleaming in the deep blue night.
JK Rowling’s wizardry
Roald Dahl’s fascinating fantasy
Famous cookbooks for the kitchens
Grasping stories by Mr Dickens
Blyton tales better than one could
Geronimo Stiltion as good as good!
In Jane Austen’s tales we are lost
Enrapturing verses by Robert Frost.
Reading ignites inside us a fire
Books fill our hearts desire.

Bad Handwriting

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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.