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JIM AND HIS DEAR PARENTS ( A poem for children )

Updated on April 19, 2015

Jim was cutting a piece of paper

with a pair of scissors in his hand,

He found it quite an interesting job,

thought it was really Grand!

He cut the paper in hundreds of pieces

and cut them as tiny as he could,

They all lay scattered on his table,

he watched them, smiled , felt good.

A sudden wind blew through the window

and made all the pieces to fly,

Then they fell on the floor, on bed, everywhere,

The sight of the room made him cry.

He opened the door to find mother was there,

He said in fear, ‘ Mum I am sorry,

I didn’t do, the wind made it all,

I shall clear the mess, don’t worry.’

While cleaning the room she told Jim,

‘ Don’t do any such work ever,

That makes you feel stupid later, give hard times,

can never make you clever.’

She called him for dinner and so he went,

At the dinner table he waited for his dad,

who watched him, said ‘Be good ,my son,

learn table manners, we shall be glad.

Knife and fork you don’t play with my dear,

This you jolly well know,

So come on, be good, like you should',

Jim thought quite rightly so.

He thought of his parents, how nice they were,

So many good things always they say!

He must obey them and learn all lessons,

Be a smart, good man one day.






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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Well, If only kids did respond that way. Voted up and interesting, Joyce.

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      Kamalesh050 5 years ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

      Hello Joyce, Great to see you my Friend. I am glad that you have liked the poem. Hope you are well.

      Take care, have a good day. Best Wishes, Kamalesh

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