Saturday 25 February 2017

The Big Wash! (poem)



On a Sunday morn, mummy said - 
"Today's your turn to clean clothes in the machine"
So I put the dirty ones in and starting working,
While the clothes were getting clean!

After a while, when they were clean,
I went to hang them out,
And then I saw another pile of dirty clothes on my bed,
Sighed, and turned on the washing machine all about! 

When I went to hang these out,
I wondered if there'll be,
Another heap of dirty clothes,
Waiting for me to see!

And I was right, for when I went in,
Yet another pile was greeting me,
"Come on and put us in the machine,
So that we're clean for your mom to see!"

I got all mad, but still put them in,
And made a commitment,
"If there's another pile again,
In the machine I'll punch and make a huge dent!"

I hung the third pile and went in my room,
And what d'you suppose I saw?
Well, you're right! Another pile,
And I said, "I'll eat them raw!" 

I flung the clothes around and round,
In anger my face went red!
Even the clean ones were now dirty,
And then I just wanted to bang my head!

When mommy came,
She saw the mess,
And exclaimed, "Oh God,
This gives me stress!"

After clearing up the mess,
I jumped towards my bed,
Slept, what was like a long nap,
And dreamt of a washing machine that said:

"Cmon, clean, clean, clean! Don't be lazy!"
Then the voice slowly fainted and the image went hazy!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

Monday 20 February 2017

The Salad! (poem)



My mommy gave me a salad,
Which she said was healthy!
It had fruits and veggies green,
With nutrients it was wealthy! 

I took out some black olives,
And gave them to Tuffie,
Who is my little doggie,
Soft and white and fluffy!

Then some lettuce went in the dustbin,
By me, 'cause they were bland,
The green little leaf in the smelly box,
Where dumping food was banned! 

Those little tomatoes and cucumbers,
Went in my mommy's salad bowl,
Because I was "allergic" to them!
Plip! Plop! They fell in the bowl,
And mommy didn't even notice them!

The little apples, white and crunchy,
Had gone red and soggy, so I,
Flung them outside the window,
And I just told you why!

The oranges had big seeds,
And were really sour!
So I decided to put the fruit,
Under my bowl, where they still are!

The bananas had gone a bit black,
And I didn't like the look!
So underneath the flower pot they went,
Because I thought nobody will search that nook! 

The only thing left in my bowl was the dressing,
Of honey, mustard and mayonnaise,
So being the really good girl that I am,
I squeakily licked it off, and finished my salad with ease!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

Sunday 12 February 2017

The Perfect Winter Cocoa! (poem)



The perfect winter cocoa,
Has loads and loads of chocolate!
All sugary, warm and frothy,
Finish it with sips and licks, till it leaves a lingering taste

It is full of all things sweet,
And heaps of marshmallows, as we drink, we eat!

Gooey and milky, its smell makes my eyes twinkle,
I love it more with a kiss of sprinkles.

A few dollops of cream could do well too,
But only for children, and only a few!

While drinking the cocoa, the surroundings should be warm,
Like under the blankets, on the couch, where everybody wants to swarm!

The perfect winter cocoa,
Is never turned down!
'Cause it's so yummylicious,
As precious as a gem-studded crown!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

Sunday 5 February 2017

These are a few of my favourite things! (poem)



My favourite colour is golden,
Because it is all about bling!
My favourite animal is lion,
Because it's the jungle's king!

My favourite food is burger,
Especially the chicken one!
My favourite sport is swimming,
Especially in the warm light of the sun!

My favourite song is 'The Breakup Song',
Because it's very funny! 
My favourite sweet is donut,
But not the one with honey!

My favourite person is my mum,
Because she's the best person I've ever met!
And my favourite poem is 'Book-o-topia!',
Because it's self-composed and has a perfect rhyming set!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

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