Science, SCIENCE, SCIENCE
Science, Science, SCIENCE
It’s so confusing
Alive animals
How can they be reducing?
I mean I see so many dogs
Just running along the street
And cute little kittens
Searching for a treat
Global warming
Earth is getting hot
Why, it’s winter
How can there be ANY droughts
Sun will die after some time
But, from what I can see
It’s shining brightly
And merrily as it could be
Everybody says
Earth pulls things towards it
Then how do astronauts get into space
(That statement might be true, I must admit)
Sedimentation, decantation, is used for filtering water
There is so much water in the sea
Then why should we save water??
If we can filter it, from the sea??
Science, Science, SCIENCE
It’s as confusing as can be
Poems
The Beach
The waves of sand rolled over the shore,
Scuttle went the crab with the really sharp claw,
I love to play on the beach all day,
Sand makes me whoop with glee,
Joyful days for me, me, me,
Snaky sea runs across the beach,
The seagulls wave with a threatening screech,
My day was great, please can I go again
I’ll write this down in my diary with pen.
Joining the Navy
My daddy told me to join the navy
“Because the waves are very wavy”
So I started on the 8th of May
The others made fun of me everyday
You have thin legs, tiny boy
And they will laugh with plenty o’ joy
One day the ship began tumbling
I hid under the table trembling
One knock on the head knocked me out
And there I heard my father shout
I realised it was all a dream
And there I sighed in relief and peace
My Grandchildren
I wonder what my grandchildren will be like
I’m sure they’ll be great
I am sure they’ll eat their vegetables
Which are kept on their plate
My grandchildren will be obedient
They’ll study a ton
They won’t eat junk food
Like cookies or a bun
There will be two children
A girl and a boy
They would rather study
Instead of playing with a toy
They’ll not be old fashioned
And the new brand
Whatever they are like
I am sure they’ll be grand
Save Our World (A clarion call)
Our affable progenitors lived in aura of serenity and rapport for ages,
for aeons they enjoyed a secured ambiance even without military aegis,
they enjoyed halcyon and seraphic moments just like innocent and harmless babies,
but now corruption and violence is at its climax like a widespread wave of rabies.
Our schmucky and reversely sedulous government shirk their responsibility and render us vulnerable,
they beguile, exploit and inveigle us in a way that is quite intolerable,
precursors of Armageddon who claim not to be culpable,
and always airing the embers of violence and corruption believing to be politically capable.
The Earth, our only residence, is barbarously battered,
horrendous actions of debauched recidivists render us paranoid and shattered,
we skitter and doggo at the sight of horrid turpitude and our emotions become scattered,
and our antecedent tranquil universe becomes a rumbled history that can never be gathered.
Sassy- goal-worthy brigands saunter and sashay with much gusto in daylight,
they ride and own sumptuous assets which they accrued from their calamitous activities at twilight,
turning the living to cadaver is, however, their utmost delight,
and, with their nocturnal escapades, they turn our peaceful world into a human abattoir and they have no insight.
The world is now a cryptic hamlet that we cannot fathom,
where rancorous gadflies nuke and massacre one another with Semtex at random,
where the idle and sinecure expectant nincompoops suddenly rise to stardom,
and the patriotic hard-working fellows become skivvies and factotums.
Let us all rise to our greatest responsibility,
let us all abide en masse without rancour and enmity,
let us salvage and rejuvenate our effete world in unity,
and let us cleanse our world of all forms of impurity.
Let us free our world from all turpitude and skulduggery,
let us abhor savage acts and armed robbery,
let us pleasure not at the sight of gory skirmishes and thuggery,
and let us, altogether, heal our world and stop feeling sorry.
I Don’t Care
I don’t care about people’s feelings.
I don’t care about soldiers who fight for us,
I don’t care about tiny helpless babies,
I don’t care for the disabled,
I don’t care for the mentally ill,
I don’t care if puppies live or die,
I just don’t care
The Boy Who Dances…
I know a boy
Who hates to dance
Even with dancing girls
He hates to take a glance
He loves to play computer games
He would love to take a hike
He loves to take rides
Why he even has his own bike
He loves to run
He loves to play
But talk about dancing
It just spoils his day
But one day
He began to dance
You just couldn’t miss
You just had to take a glance
He danced beautifully
But it seemed that he was in pain
He didn’t want to do it
That could be seen plainly
Neverthless he danced
And had quite attracted both girls and boys
Why they loved it
Adults donated money, while children their toys
After that he started dancing as a hobby
And he still loves it
Oh why did he start dancing?
Did I miss that bit??
Well you see it was insects
Insects known as ants
Keep this a secret will you?
They were stuck in his pants