Curiosity Killed Her Cat


Curiosity went on a holiday
And left her cat (called Kat) behind.
Her absence,
How it nearly killed him,
He had gotten so very feline.
He munched on this,
And gnawed on that,
Till he could munch or gnaw no more.
He sighed so deep,
And went to sleep,
And rose he nevermore.



Stuffy Nose

Half of a whole  CAKE

Few of a many TOFFEES

Would a square peg  SQUARE  fit in a hole NOSE


If it’s tini-mini?

If you ask this little girl girl1

She’ll tell you a strict “no”. No! No! No!

Don’t try it at home,

Or you’ll see doctors doctordoctordoctorand forceps,

And tears girlwill rush out!



rules 1

Why aren’t toes called fingers?
Or fingers toes?
Who made these rules
I’d like to know.

The fish can’t read,
But they go to school.
The wind, yes, it blows,
But so could a buffoon!

Why’s east on the left
and west on the right?
If we lived inside the mirror
From where would the sun rise?

I’d like to know
Who made these rules.
If I call a rule a neot
Would it still hold true?

Flights of Imagination


Flights of imagination take off each day.
There’s no proper height to be.
I can swing from one to the other any moment,
Without any age limit or a ticket or fee.

One goes to the country of chocolate-filled oceans,
Another to a land where birds are kings.
One to a world where cartoons live like people,
Yet another to where winged creatures spin dreams.

I once took a flight to the land of funny giants,
But mid-way got dropped in the sea.
I ended up stranded, paddling an island,
Egged on by a whiny little imp.

She fumed and she swore,
She got bored and she snored.
Why can’t we fly?
She kept yelling repeatedly.

Why not indeed, I wondered aloud.
We’d been paddling for days,
My arms sore, my head heavy with flies.

Why not turn the sea into the sky,
The island into a ship that could fly,
And connect all worlds with trout
That so often wriggled and leaped straight into our mouths!

From trout to trout,
We first paddled, then flew.
And when we reached the island,
We rested, met the giants, ate stew (not fish stew!).

Not a while longer did we stay,
Another flight of imagination was heading our way.

The Big Oaf and His Hat (2)


Uncle Bedi
Is jolly, is merry,
He travels to shores
Near and far.
He bounces on oceans,
Flies over huge mountains,
And sails to islands
Small and large.
And when he returns,
He brings with him trinkets
That Mum says are great
But Dad says are far worse than scrap.
And if you ask him
How come it’s lasting,
He’s got no sense or style?
He just smiles, the big oaf,
And says, “Hmm and whatnot.
It’s all because of my hat.”