Could you please ma, pleaded my son
Buy a new pair of shoes for me
The ones I have are tattered and torn
Of no use now can they be.
Buy a new pair of shoes for me
The ones I have are tattered and torn
Of no use now can they be.
I looked at his pleading eyes
And knew I just could not refuse
But still asked him what had happened
To the special ones bought for his use.
Yes ma, my son replied innocently
A new pair that no longer does exist
For what could I do if the rats felt hungry
And in my shoes they were treated to a feast.
10 comments:
Nice one, Lakshmi. Take care.
A humourous poem indeed
Very cute indeed!Keep up the gr8 work Laxmi.All the best:)
lolz...good one akka.. as always !
Hi Ayesha,
thanks a lot,
THanks Mr.Parthasarathi,
humourous indeed
Thanks a lot Sana....
Thanks a lot Shravan.......
ha!ha! very nice.Very very nice :)
My shoes too was once feasted :( not by a rat but by its eternal enemy, cat :))
You write poems so wonderfully! Keep it up. cheers!
Hi Lakshmi... When I read your poem I recollected what happened to a shoe in our room... My Bro has told that already...
A nice post :)and thanks for stopping by my blog. Yes I am not sure if you saw my earlier template it was indeed a big mess. Thanks to Parthasarathi sir, it is like how it is now. He has more suggestions which I am yet to implement :)
Thanks Ananthi....
heheh good one...!!!
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