I read about a poet who

Wrote thousands of poems in his life

I wonder how he did it

Didn’t he marry, have kids and wife?

When from school, my Johnny comes

He has a bag full of slimy worms

I don’t know much, I must presume

He keeps them all up in his room

…

There’s nothing much that I can say

It’s just a hobby to pass his day

Developed suddenly around a month ago

When I threatened to cut his favourite show

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He plays with them all sorts of games

He’s even given them trendy names

Like Rux and Tazz and Weepy Dan

And Phubber and Bubber and Creepy Man

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I must admit I’m afraid of worms

Or any creature that twists and squirms

I simply cannot stand the view

I find them gross and ugly too

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Thank God my Johnny isn’t aware

That his worms put me through a scare

Only my personal journals know

Which I lost around a month ago

My heart instructs me to write

My head says I shouldn’t

Then they initiate a fight

Stop it? I just couldn’t

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My head tells me to exercise

My heart isn’t impressed

My head says I’m oversize

My heart says I’m blessed

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This is how they always snide —

Piercingly all day long

Then they ask me to decide

Who is right and who is wrong

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Choosing one is really tough

For the other then will weep

So I turn their switches off

And then I go to sleep

I keep telling my mom and dad

There’s a monster ‘neath our bed

But they don’t e’er listen to me

They sleep so calm and peacefully

But I lie awake all night

To give the monster a real fight

He says he has some friends in Hell

He comes out when clock strikes twelve

He says he’s bounded by a curse

He needs to eat the three of us

Only then can he walk free

See the world as I do see

But I ain’t buying none of that

The monster’s ugly and he’s fat

If he had been cutely clad

I would have offered him my dad

If he had rubbed and tickled my palm

I would have offered him my mom

But he’s such a brainless blob

Doesn’t know how to do his job

If now he comes out from the bed

I just might gobble him instead

Free him from his stupid curse

No more fuss for him and us

I am here just waiting

Waiting for so long

Yes you’re late like always

It just feels so wrong

Then I get so angry

It just kills my mind

Everyone is moving

I am left behind

I am left behind

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Whatd’ya think I should do

When I see her now?

Should I get her pleading?

Should I get a vow?

Should I grant her pardon?

Or turn away? Act blind?

Everyone is boarding

I am left behind

I am left behind

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There she comes — I see her

Smiling, careless, free

She doesn’t think she’s late or

She wouldn’t be happy

Then she brushes past me

Ungrateful, so unkind

Even she is boarding

I am left behind

I am left behind

I wandered in search of meaning

Of God and love and life —

Is there a reason why we’re born?

Is there a reason for a wife?

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I spoke to wise men and fools

Observed them from near and far

Watched the birth of a child

And the dying of a star

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I travelled to varied places

Served as nature’s guest

Saw her at her darkest

And saw her at her best

…

But I was none the wiser

Trial after trial

So I went and got married

And watched her walk the aisle

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Then I got myself a kid

Then another and more

The bigger my family got

The more I was unsure

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So I asked all my doubts

To my lovely wife

Asked her if she had any clue

About God and love and life

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She looked at me bewildered

Then spoke on with a nod

“Life is about loving

And loving is about God.”

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Her answer seemed so simple

I concluded at once

My wife may be a beauty

But she’s a real dunce

I am always trying

Trying to catch some sleep

If I ever grab her

It is what I’d keep

Then I wouldn’t let go

Of her for a spell

Ten to twelve odd hours

She’d make me feel so well

But she’s on the run

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She is always running

Running away from me

The more I try to catch her

She farther seems to be

Don’t know why she’s like this

She must really love this game

Hiding in night’s darkness

Escaping all the blame

She is on the run

…

Well I know she knows me

And how much I love her

Work and cash — I’m grudging

To place it all above her

As soon as I attain her

She fears I won’t yearn

For her and her company

So she’s on the run

She is on the run

There’s a bird on a tree

Sings all day, sings to me

She always is at her best

Even though I broke her nest

I look outside my window

See her sing, smile some more

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There’s a man — shameless man

Curse him, Lord, as you can

Took a stone, threw at me

Broke my house on this tree

Then he comes, smiles at me

When I abuse endlessly

I had the strangest dream

In that dream I saw her

She was looking gorgeous

Stunning like no other

She had a pretty red dress

And flowers in her hair

Her skin was glowing, radiant

Her hands; soft, her feet; bare

I was lost in her beauty

Nothing seemed surreal

Everything was perfect

Everything was ideal

I got down on my knees

Then I proposed to her

But woke up before she could

Say, ‘Yes, always. Forever.’

The dream must have a meaning

Of that I am quite sure

But I am no psycho quack

Of that also I am sure

So I went and asked my girl

Psychology excites her

“Tell me what my dream could mean.”

But all she said was, “Duh.”

Her answer left me perplexed

It must be more than just ‘Duh’

Sometimes I really wonder

‘Why did I even ask her?’

Do you wanna hear a funny

Tale of a man with money?

Well, there was a man with money

He, one day, said, “Listen, Honey

We’ll put our money in shares

And we’ll soon be millionaires

That’s how our old friend, Gary

Mary Livingstone and Harry

Made tons of money overnight

Honey, do you think I’m right?”

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His wife didn’t like the thought

But she didn’t bother a lot

“Do what you must or will

As long as you pay my bills.”

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So the man set off next day

And put all his money away

In all sorts of stocks and shares

To end all of their despairs

But now he had no cash

For his wife to swag and flash

The stocks fell, she felt remorse

Soon she filed for divorce

And a hefty alimony was won

Only left the man with a son

But the man didn’t bother to mope

For he had a lot of hope

With his shares to end his strife

And he’d find another wife

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Days passed by and years went too

The man felt lonely and blue

And his son didn’t find it amusing

That all his stocks were losing

For now he had a wife of his own

And he didn’t want to end up alone

And he had a lot of sons too

T’was getting hard to keep the two

…

But the man didn’t budge a bit

Though his stocks took a mighty hit

Now his son went and left him too

And took all his grandsons too

The man didn’t bother to mope

For he had a lot of hope

That his fortune was about to turn

And soon he’d bring back his son

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Days passed by and years went too

And one day out of the blue

His shares saw a tremendous rise

All the prices touched the skies

He went and sold his shares

Thanked God for answering his prayers

But tragedy struck the next day

The unfortunate man passed away

His grandsons found it very funny

Amongst them, they split the money

And that’s the funny, funny, funny

Tale of a man with money