Ping pong ball (poem)

I was playing with a ball,

A ping pong ball,

It bounced outta my hand.

I jumped and bumped

In grandma's chair,

On sleeping kitty I did land.

The ping pong, though

Which did not care,

Went bouncing through the air.

And when I reached

For the bratty ball,

It just showed all its flair.

It bounced in then

The kitchen, no!

And broke the porcelain.

All cutlery,

Went the same way,

Mum's favourite bowl, insane!

The next stop was

My bedroom, boohoo!

The ball was not in hand.

It broke my watch,

My bedside lamp

And a glass of water too!

I grit my teeth,

and clenched my fist

And said to me -

"If this ball

Breaks one more thing,

I won’t let it go scot-free!"

But suddenly,

I heard no noise,

And went to check all aroun’

There was the ball,

The ping pong ball,

Tired and lifeless, fallen down.

~  Anoushka Sabnis

Barmer Farmer (poem)

There was once a farmer,

Who grew barmer,

He didn't know what he grew,

So he started to sell chicken stew!

But he was a vegetarian, he then remembered,

So in a chemistry club, he got membered!

He didn't even know the C of Chemistry, 

So he decided to be a detective to solve a mystery!

He was totally scared after the mystery was solved,

So in botany he got involved!

Botany, he thought, was so boring,

That farming tools for the king, he started storing!

He thought, "Life was better as a farmer",

So he again began to grow barmer!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

Busy Bee Me

My dearest Kiddylane friends,

I haven't written poems these past few weekends,

Because of some important reasons,

And the change of seasons!

Mom said I should have,

But I would have,

If I could have!

I had a meeting with Barack Obama,

He wanted to discuss with me a world championship for drama!

Then I went to Thomas Martin Einstein's

tracking lab, to track a lost UFO, what science!

Next I had to go to Burj-al-Arab and Burj Khalifa,

To have Arabic coffee and cardamom tea with Sheikh Khalifa!

Later when I reached home, I found out about my broken ceiling,

And I had to live in a tribal tent, talk about a scary feeling!

So, the ceiling is repaired now,

My little cousin did it somehow!

Finally, I can write my poem tonight,

With my mind so fresh and bright;

Bye comrades, I have to now go home,

'Coz tomorrow again, I'm meeting the Pope in Rome!

And I hope you believe my words,

These aren't excuses for not writing,

I really really would have,

If I really really could have!

~ Anoushka Sabnis