Today I’ll enjoy school
For today’s a good day
I am motivated
Sun shines on my way
Today I’ll study well
Make my teacher proud
When she asks a question
I will answer loud
Enough of the fun
Of jokes and crazy names
No more planes of paper
No more silly games
I’ve combed my hair today
My shirt’s tucked in all right
I’ve even done my homework
I worked on it all night
Today I’ve reached on time
Today I’m not late
Is the universe listening?
People mark the date
Oh what is it they tell me?
School’s called off for the day
A fire broke out somewhere
My motivation flew away
Tag: Writing
A Cloud With Ears
Look up at the sky
I see a cloud with ears
Big and round and fluffy
Is it spinning as it nears
Oh look there’s another
This one’s got a tail
Is it a monkey’s or a lizard’s
Let me follow the trail
Oh that tiny cloud
Seems to me it’s lost
Let me find its mother
No matter what the cost
There I see it now
The mother I have found
— Never leave its hand again
Lest it might stray around
Oh what is that now?
Such a giant cloud!
I think it’s come to eat me
Help! Help! I scream out loud
Ms. Deville
There is no soul filled with evil
More than my teacher — Ms. Deville
She’s big, old and awfully scary
She wants to feast on me and Gary
To keep her nasty plan from foiling
She gives homework; keeps us toiling
Asks us to read books of fiction
Improve our grammar and our diction
If our lunch is filled with cheese
She’ll change it with her green veggies
She expects an answer that’s correct
Well-kept hair and back erect
To laugh in her class is improper
There must be some device to stop her
If there isn’t one I’ll have to create
Send her to Congo or Kuwait
So let me find out what she’s doing
Who she meets and where she’s going
Juicy Red Apples
Juicy red apples
Lying on the street
Juicy red apples
All ready to eat
Juicy red apples
Everywhere you see
Juicy red apples
Forming a sea
Juicy red apples
Falling from the sky
Juicy red apples
Greeting the eye
Juicy red apples
Keep raining down
Juicy red apples
All over town
If I Were A Little Toy
If I were a little toy
I’d find a little boy
Whatever my price may be
I’d make his mother buy me
Oh it’d be such a joy
Johnny Keeps Pulling My Hair
I’ve warned him many times you see
I’ve told him to beware
But Johnny never listens to me
He just keeps pulling my hair
Whether I’m sleeping or wide awake
He catches me unaware
He also never takes a break
He just wants to pull my hair
He knows it frustrates me a lot
He really doesn’t care
All he cares is the fun he’s got
From constantly pulling my hair
I’ve complained to Daddy quite often
He’s taken a beating there
Still his heart doesn’t seem to soften
Argh! He loves to pull my hair
Mommy it is up to you now
Put in his head a scare
Make him stop this thing somehow
I don’t want him pulling my hair
Let his hair grow a little too long
I think it is only fair
Let me grow a little too strong
So that I can pull his hair
Mom I Want A Pet Dino
Mom I have no bro or sis
But I’ve never complained about this
There’s only one thing I wanna know
Will I get a pet dino?
There are a lot of toys to play
But I can’t play them every day
They get boring beyond a point or so
Mom I want a pet dino
I’ll act very good you see
Only make one promise to me
To the store you and Dad will go
To get me a little pet dino
I’ll take good care of it too
This is, Mom, my promise to you
I’ll keep my room clean also
Mom I want a pet dino
I’ve never asked you for anything
Except last month for a giant sling
It’s not like I’m asking for a wild rhino
Mom I want a pet dino
Will You Swim With Me?
I’ll go swimming in the ocean
Swimming in the sea
Swimming with my best friend
Will you swim with me?
We’ll meet all kinds of creatures
From a starfish to a whale
When we see a seahorse
We’ll catch her by the tail
We’re sure to find a ship wreck
Deep down in the sea
With lots and lots of treasures
Will you split with me?
We may even find a mermaid
Or a swimming unicorn
Or an ancient mystic city
Where humans are reborn
A hundred-eyed octopus
I wish the most to see
Do you want to share the pleasure?
Do you wanna swim with me?
Mommy, Won’t You Play With Me?
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
I’m tired of playing alone
Nobody has any time for me
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Daddy is at work all day
He never has any time to play
He always seems so busy
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Jack doesn’t seem to ever care
He only loves to pull my hair
He’s always making fun of me
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Granny doesn’t like to run around
She thinks my toys make hideous sounds
She only tells me her story
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Mommy, please don’t say No
You’re doing chores, that I know
Can you spare some time for me?
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Mommy, I think I have a plan
I’ll help you as much as I can
Then you’ll be completely free
Mommy, won’t you play with me?
Big Bounce – Part 12
Arya eased the silent tension between them, “There is another Sameer I know.”
“A friend?” a visibly nervous young man spoke.
“No, he’s a photographer and a writer and his works are simply awesome. Wait, I’d show them to you.”
The young man replied with a glint in his eye, “Oh, the blogger Sameer?”
“Yes, that’s him. You know him too?”
The young man simply chuckled in pride.
Arya shrieked much to the shock of other people sitting quietly in the cafe, “No way, you are the Sameer. I cannot believe it. Small world really!”
Sameer was too flurried to say anything.
Arya broke the silence again, “So Sameer is a shy guy. Well, what can I say? Nice to meet you. I am a fan of yours and you can give me an autograph later.”
Sameer turned more red with embarrassment, “Sure. Of course.”
“But there is one thing I don’t like about you,” Arya remembered something. “Your views on God are simply not compatible with mine.”
Sameer asked her curiously, “Care to elaborate.”
Arya explained, “You don’t believe in God, do you? It’s easy to decipher from your writings. There is a God. I have no doubt about it.”
Sameer was not going to take a differing view lightly either, “Looks like you have a proof.”
Arya explained again, “Some things don’t require proof. You just know it is there.”
Sameer disagreed, “That is so convenient to say.”
Arya continued with her argument, “Look around you, this world is so perfect and beautiful. This careful design could not have been just a coincidence. It has to be the work of someone.”
Sameer defended his view, “But what if it is a coincidence? I seldom believe in a thing without proof — my writing would reflect that too. I believe life is meaningless and we are here simply to bide our time and go away. Who created this world? I don’t know. Why was it created? I have no answer either. Until some evidence to the contrary is presented I’ll prefer to hold on to my view.”
It was at this point that a peacock began to hover over their heads sprinkling love potion over them.
Arya laughed, “I knew you’d say that. At least I got you talking. I guess we shouldn’t argue on our first date.”
Sameer laughed too, “Yes, that wouldn’t be a good start.”
“After marriage, when we look back at it, it would surely make for an enjoyable memory.”
“Arranged marriages are weird, aren’t they?”
Frank Solanki 