VIBHA VASANTH - POEMS
Vibha is an expert dreamer & idler who enjoys writing and baking while yearning to watch sitcoms and movies.
NON STATE ACTOR
There were five kids who liked to play
In the nearby park everyday;
Their favourite was going on the swings
It made them feel like they had wings;
But this park didn’t have a slide
Down which they all could whoop and glide;
For they thought it would be very fun
And suddenly, one day, the park had one;
The slide was long, yellow and steep
The kids always played on it, even in their sleep;
The next bright morning
The yellow slide started moving;
Flinging the kid that was on it
A mile away, the ground she hit;
The slide now stood tall and strong
It had been a giraffe all along;
Mad at the kids for disturbing his nap
The giraffe decided to give them crap;
At their sleep over he peeped through their window
And laughed an evil laugh eerie and low;
He chased them all down the street
Which was too much for their little feet;
He terrorised the kids during their class
By throwing, at them, shards of glass
It seemed like it would be forever
Before they could escape the giraffe’s terror.
Are your jeans tattered and torn?
Because you fell down and broke a bone?
Well, this is an easy challenge to face
Just pop that bone back into place.
Did you accidentally stab yourself
While getting the knife from its shelf;
Just leave the knife in and you won’t bleed
This is all the medication you will need.
Feel like you damaged your brain after a meal
When you fell after slipping on a banana peel;
Do not call this brain damage
Instead say you’re speaking a secret language;
If your eye rolls out of its socket
Make sure you don’t put it in your pocket;
All you need to do is rinse it in kerosene
Before you put it right back in.
Of my home remedies, these are a few
Perhaps I should make a part two?