Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Here's a couple of funky poems that I enjoyed as a kid. (I still like them) Just thought I'd share them with you.
Kids
'Sit up straight,'
said mum to Mabel.
'Keep your elbows
off the table.
Do not eat peas
off a fork.
Your mouth is full -
Don't try and talk.
Keep your mouth shut
When you eat.
Keep still or you'll
Fall off your seat.
If you want more,
You will say "please".
Don't fiddle with
That piece of cheese!'
If then we kids
Cause such a fuss,
Why do you go on
Having us?
- Spike MilliganPersonal note (P.N.): This was one of my favourite poems as a kid. Especially when Mum and Dad kept instructing me or nagging. I also realise it is sort of a contradiction to the Singapore Govt.'s desire for parents to have more kids. After all, if we're so bad that we have to be nagged at constantly, what's the point in having us kids?
The Itch
If your hands get wet
in the washing-up water,
if they get covered in flour,
if you get grease or oil
all over your fingers,
if they land up in the mud,
wet grit, paint, or glue...
have you noticed
it's just then
that you always get
a terrible itch
just inside your nose?
And you can try to
twitch your nose,
twist your nose,
squeeze your nose,
scratch it with your arm,
scrape your nose on
your shoulder
or press it
up against the wall,
but it's no good.
You can't get rid of
the itch.
It drives you mad
you just have to let a
finger get at it.
And before you know
you've done it.
You've wiped a load of glue,
or oil,
or cold wet pastry
all over the end of your nose.
- Michael RosenP.N: This is so true!! I don't know about you, but it's happened to me a few times. I remember once having wet paint on my hands, and on another occasion, flour. Hahaha!
Right, that's what I'll share for now, more will be shared next time. I love that I read as a kid, they amuse me to no end. Anyway, see you around. Night!
