Stories In Rhymes
My Friend 27/11/2015
A cute girl with a yellow head band and pony tail
Must be about five years of age
Crossing the road hanging onto Mama’s hand
In a peacock blue blouse and a denim.
It’s her walk that reminded me of my friend
The very first day I pulled her long ponytail
They turned out to be our distant relatives
Since then for a long time we were good friends.
I met her when I was eight years of age
Her dad worked at a chocolate factory
Which we visited once from our school
It was fun and a nice memory of primary school.
She was dark, but very pleasant and active
She helped me to face some of the fears that I had
We spent a lot of time together after school
Playing games, climbing trees and dancing.
She taught me how to write in left hand
Her hand writing is round and beautiful
She did patchwork that learnt from her mom
And she made lovely purses to sell for fun.
Now she’s a blessed mom to a lovely daughter
Hardworking caring matured wife to her husband
As she encourage and support her sister and brother
She’s loyal to her mother and grand mother.
A blessing of being a Mom :) Really cute :)
Cute little girls 04/12/2015
Two little girls in their yellow and white polka dotted dresses
Hopping on each side of holding their mama's hands
In their small pigtails carefree and light
Smiling and enjoying the view in their sight.
Then again I saw two kids looks a like
They had lovely tiny curls wearing orange and purple
One with the mama and the other with the father
Walked after a nice check up at the medical center.
I went to the doctor with my mom
Another two cute baby girls came with their mom
One so restless and the other was crying
It seems so hard to comfort but she kept on trying.
I was a huge fan of Mary-Kate and Ashley
I read books, watched movies even imagined another me
How it is to have adventures and company
It would have been great fun in reality.
Oh well, I am me, God created just one of me
Since he has the best plan for me
He gave me a little sister to practice patience
Time to time we have have our nice conversations.
Twice I went to a restaurant to buy dinner for us
First I couldn't figure who the kid was
A little girl who wiped the floor to help the mom
She has a cute smile and straight hair in a nice bob.
The times I spent with my cousin sisters
Were reminded by the Scooty girl in the black and white dress
Those times are fond memories so long gone
I guess "Let bygones be bygones"!!!
Mr. Green 29/11/2015
Mr. Maroon is no longer maroon but crocodile green
He taught how to be stable in an unstable ground
God is in control as He carried my being
So I’ll be safe and balanced all around.
Hearing his cute voice and seeing the cheerful smile
Even whenever he says ‘hi’ makes me very happy
Unlike some he doesn’t pretend like a know-it-all
He’s imperfectly perfect as he humbly accepts his inability.
All our talents comes from God alone to glorify Him
Mr. Green is someone who talk sense around warped minds
It’s a waste of time trying to put some sense in to them
Mr. Green believes that God created everything good for our benefit.
We as humans try to define morality to make our jobs easy
We forget that having a thankful grateful heart is what really matters
He always encourage and give the young ones to try completely
Even take risks and make mistakes so that they learn by experience.
Sir Billy Buc's article :)
- The Death of a Marriage
Just a little something to think about concerning the sanctity of marriage.
Mr. Green has a beautiful rainbow umbrella
He doesn't swear or take tips for the kind deeds he does
He's a nice charming handsome fella
He looked after both parents until death though they were divorced.
Now I know that Mr. Green who is my Sweetest Pooh
He has been participating in the 'Movember' cancer awareness
When my brother said, I thought it was "I'm too lazy to do"
To do what? To shave his facial hair who looked like a mess!!!
But, even that Sweetest Pooh did it with a style
A neatly trimmed extended goatee was his choice
His expressions can be seen when clean shaven only
Though its funny, I never get tired of listening to his stories.
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