In a dark dark night
I awoke and had a fright
It was so bright,but I still couldn’t see,

I switched on the bedside night
But it was already alight
And standing in front of me was the Thee.

Thee is a ferocious devil,
His big growling dog is called Neville.
But Neville wasn’t here tonight,

“Thank god!” I thought,
As I looked over my cot,
For if Neville was here, I would have got more than a fright.

The Thee looked around in large red eyes and at once I pretended to sleep,
“Wake up!” he hissed. “wake up, you dolt, wake up you silly creep!”
“I’m hungry and I want some food so give me a bout at once!”

I could not reply,
The Thee sighed!
And gave a mighty pounce!

Without wasting any time,
He bit a foot of mine,
And I shrieked in pain!

He took another helpful,
And more, till his tummy became quite full,
And I was never ever seen in that world again.

Hold on! I am seen still,
By little kids who are just perfect to fill,
The Thee’s and my tummy at once!

Cause now, I’m a devil
And I share my room with Neville,
But I don’t remember who I was once.

WHY CAN'T WE TALK IN CLASS?

Why can’t we talk in class?
I promise, our voices won’t shatter the glass.
Waiting for the bell to ring at last.
Why can’t we talk in class?

It gets more boring as the seconds pass by
I really, badly want to cry,
Really, our voices aren’t made of brass,
So why can’t we talk in class?

All the goody-goody girls see that we don’t,
So, I can’t and I tell them I won’t.
But I don’t have anything for time-pass,
So why can’t we talk in class?

You can’t call this a midsummer night’s dream even though the first line sounds like one.

Dreaming, dreaming
On a bright sunny day,
Going away from this world;
Wishing to go away.

Suddenly, startlingly,
A loud, piercing shriek,
After that, a pause,
And then, “EEK!”

I jumped up ,
To see what the matter was,
But I just couldn’t,
See, cause’,

I just couldn’t find,
The “screamer” anywhere,
And my whole garden,
Was completely bare.

Then, more and more shrieks,
Louder and louder,
And all of them clearly
Expressed mental torture.

They became loud and long
And ended in tears
After they stopped,
There was a ringing in my ears.


After a while they started,
This time even worse.
By this time I had come to the conclusion
That the person who was shrieking had got a terrible curse.

I went towards the gate
That separated our neighbour’s garden from ours
Their garden was very pretty,
And their gate was decorated with flowers.

I pushed open the gate and saw a child,
About one year old- that age.
And her red eyes were bulging out,
And she was screaming and shrieking with rage.

She was sitting on a baby-chair
And my neighbour was trying to feed her.
Then my neighbour spotted me and said,
“ Oh! Now you can take over.”

So here I am, a spoon in my hand
Reciting this poem to you,
And I wish you would agree to ‘taking over’
Oh! Please take over, do!

I know the picture is not of a crying baby but it's very sweet so I put it in.

The King of the Seasons

Autumn is solemn,
But as quiet as a mouse,
Summer is angry,
And can burn up the house.
After summer, the monsoon rain is always mild,
And I used to love winter when I was a child.
But the season we all wait for is the king,
It’s lovely and joyous and it is called SPRING !