MISSLET POEMS

 

Not brought note book   again ? Misslet.

Brought sir.

Where is it ?

Locker sir.

Bring it

Cant sir.

Why cant bring?

No key sir.

Where is it?

With Moti sir.

Who is Moti?

My pet bull sir.

Where is it?

Hospital sir.

What is it doing?

Dead sir.

What about yesterday?

What about sir?

Why were you absent?

Dead sir.

Who died ?

Moti sir.

You missed the competition.

Which sir ?

Drawing competition.

I knew it sir.

Why did you miss it?

Father sir.

What happened to father? Died?

No sir.

Then.

Gone sir.

Where he went?

Office sir.

But why were you absent

Mother sir.

What happened to her?

Crying sir.

Again someone died ?

Yes sir.

Who died ?

Moti sir.

 

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Where is the H.W Misslet?

What’s the excuse this time?

Not my fault sir.

Whose fault is it then?

Note book sir.

Where is the notebook?

In the locker sir.

Why dint you bring from the locker?

No key sir.

Where is the key?

With Ramu sir.

Who is Ramu?

A street dog sir.

Why didn’t you get it from him.

Dead sir.

This makes five notebooks lost this term Misslet.

I know. Its very upsetting sir.

Do you have an extra key?

Yes sir .

Where is it?

Lost sir.

And what about yesterday Misslet?

What about yesterday sir?

You were absent yesterday.

That was my eye sir.

What was wrong with your eye?

Could not see sir.

Why couldn’t you see?

No specks sir.

Where is your speckles?

Broken sir.

You missed the workshop.

I had been looking forward to it sir.

 

Some other Poems

Water

The   day  was  hot And  became  hotter,

So  I  bought  a   pot   from   a  potter .

Then  I   thought   of    the     great   potter

Then  I   drank   the   pot  water

Which  was  better then the  mineral  water.

By Prutha Pandya, Std : V

 

 

My sister is fat

And wears a hat,

She has a cat,

Her name is pat.

She has big hair,

Sitting on stair ,

And donot take care.

Her favourite colour is red,

Her stomach is fed.

By Vruti Parikh, Std : V

 

Freedom

 

What does the freedom mean to be

The open sky land birds or the sea

Does the freedom mean right to

Anything I want under this sun

No, I don’t think that amount of freedom

Can be much fun

A cage which is worse then hell

A cage there no magical bell

For only commands and to go by

People should prefer to die

So lets try and walk on the road

By Devank Pandya, Std : VII

 

 

 

There was a cricketer,

His name was Ganguly,

He was heating four and six,

His spirit was fix.

 

 

 

MY   brother is fat,

  Talking about hat,

Roaming  here and there,

Not thinking  about cat,

Not brushing the teeth,

Not eating vegetable,

  Not sleeping at night.

  But sleeping at school.

                                    by:Rakesh Maheshwari, Std : VI

 

The vulture is a cunning bird,

With feathers long and wavy;

 

It lives in a big bungalow,

And eat rice and chapatti;

 

It wears clothes like ladies,

And do nail polish, lipstick, and make up too;

 

It swims about the bathing tub,

And make its nest in water;

By : Krutika Kachhia, Std : VI

 

 

 

My feelings towards my little brother

Would soften

If only, once every so often,

He blow’s his nose.

 

He’s not without style.

Why won’t he , just once in a while,

Do you suppose?

 

As things are,

I just can’t stick  it.

Why can’t he blow it

Instead of pick  it?

             By Dishank , Std : V

 

 

One  day  I  was  on  the  sky

I  was  sleeping  with  moon.

I  ate  a  big  ice - cream

I  bathed  in  Coco-cola.

By Aastha Bansal, Std : IV

 

I  saw  a  house  on  a  tree

It  was  like  a  monkey

I went  to  the  house

To  catch  a  mango

   I  saw  one  elephant  sitting on  a  caterpillar.

By Sachin jain, Std : IV    

 

         

The car was flying in the sky

The aeroplane was running on the ground

The clock was giving air      

       the fan was showing the time

 

By Divya Kakwani, Std : IV

 

 

 

 

 

I took an elephant and

Threw in the sky,

The sky fell down,

And all go into sky.

By Harsh Patel,Std: IV

 

                                       

Trees were flying on the sky        

the birds were growing on the ground

people were full of green leaves

and the flowers were walking                  

the sky was falling down

            the snow was giving rain

            the notebooks were writing

     the sir was checking pupils

     the flowers were supporting the plants

     and the plants were bearing roots.

By niyati, Std : IV

 

 

 

ONE bright sun at the night  

and the moon shines in morning , 

man living in the water

and the a fish living on land  ,

the bird gave birth to baby ,

and human lay eggs .....

         By Ripu, Std IV

 

 

ACROSTICS POEMS

 

 

The moon is shining

Hanging in the sky

Everyday I see at night

Moving around the earth

Oh !  moon you come soon

Oh! moon come soon

Nature’s beauty for us

 

By : Sandhya & Tapasvi

 

THERE WAS A BOY,

HIS NAME WAS TOY,

ASKING WHY ?WHY? AND WHY?

WHY SHOULD WE EAT FOOD,

WHY SHOULD WE LIVE IN NEIGHBOURHOOD,

WHY SHOULD WE TELL GOOD.

By : Rakesh Maheshwari, Std : VI

 

The Fairy                                                             

THERE  WAS  A  FAIRY

HER   NAME   WAS   MARRY,

SHE  HAD  A  CAT  HER   NAME WAS BERRY

SHE  CAUHTS  A  RAT  HIS  NAME  WAS LERRY,

THEY  LIVED   IN  A  DAIRY.

 

            BY : SUNNY.K.PARIKH                              

 

 

THE EARTH

  

THE EARTH IS A BIG SHERE BALL 

HAVING TWO POLES

EACH COVERED WITH SNOW

ENORMOUSLY HUGE AND GIGANTIC

REVOLVING AROUND THE SUN

TIME TAKEN-3651\4 DAYS

HAVING 8 FRIENDS WITH IT