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N othing more to do, Tom was wondering how he could while away his time now. He was feeling exceptionally dull this evening. He'd finished collecting milk from the cows and truffle from the pig sty very quickly. Not many hen had laid eggs today, so he'd finished that soon too.  All the regular rigmarole was over. Co-op farming was beginning to get a bit of a boring chore for him over the last few days. He wanted some change. O ld friends hadn't stopped by in a long while. He wondered why? He'd sent them many gifts to lure them to his farm but no help came. Something was fishy! V anity kept him from doing for them what he expected them to do for him. E ventually a thought occurred to him. Had they all gone away for good? He hadn't checked in on them for a long while now. Should he have called them instead of just wondering why there was no activity at all at their farms? "...but Roger was celebrating that he'd be expanding his farm soon and he was pla...

M r. Copycat flipped pages of the book A nd in a jiffy, said after taking a look T hese standards are pretty simple to match C an pick poetry up like the mice I catch H ave to just go sit by the brook This has been written for the Acrostic Only Prompt # 8 and for some more : Flipping

The cock with the crimson comb, Called out with great aplomb. Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, he said, "Wake-up you, sleepy head!" Before I'd begun to rise What a surprise! He gave a big burp, Saying "Ive gobbled them all up. Cock-a-doodle-doo! Not a worm left, poor you! The early bird I am And that's no sham." This poem has been written for the 'Z-A in 26 Days Challenge' at I Rhyme Without Reason 

S trange tongue the Aussie guy spoke L ingo unknown to her folk A sked they, serious is this N o worries! Dinky-Di this is G od! Talked a code language,this bloke The Slang Glossary for the uninitiated: No worries! :  Australian for It's Okay! Dinky-Di : Australian for genuinely Bloke: British slang for man A  limerick  is a five-line  poem, humorous in intention,where l ines 1, 2, and 5 of Limericks have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other. Limericks are fun!!!! This has been written for the Acrostics Only  Limerick Prompt # 8

Did You Know? Guavas are fruits belonging to the genus  Psidium  which means 'Pomegranate' in Latin and there are about a 100 such species of tropical plants. At the time of the Spanish explorations the guava fruit was first found at Peru and in today's times the same  guava fruit is widely recognised as  PERU  in Marathi. Is there any chance that the colloquial name may have originated due to its native roots? My 2 year old son has learnt to call this fruit by both the names, Guava in English & Peru in Marathi. For those who wish to SEE the fruit for clarification on exactly which fruit we are discussing, here is a pic'... LOL! This post has been written for the Z-A in 26 Days  Challenge at 'I Rhyme Without Reason' & the 3 Word Wednesday

He sits on a stile Waiting futile For his lady in red Whose meeting instead The grocer, the baker, And the shoe- maker Romeo in despair waits for the lady fair He strikes a pose Holding a rose He's day-dreaming  of her face, gleaming Juliet breezes past her gait is fast She's got chores to do And has no clue That love awaits At her own gates Romeo with the rose Is left morose But he's not a quitter And will not bitter That she takes no notice Next day, Romeo comes with a lotus! Romeo : Getty Images This poem has been written for the Z-A in 26 days Challenge at 'I Rhyme Without Reason'

http://www.gettyimages.com/ Fly upon my nose For a minute’s stint Sat between so close My eyes went squint Fly away fly Before on the sly With one flick Of my tongue, quick I make you my meal And seal the deal 

Buy Social Causes T-Shirts online at Myntra.com and visit the largest community of Indian Bloggers at BlogAdda.com Flip, he'd sent the shoe in his right foot flying high up in the air. Gravity was bringing it down now. He ran towards it and caught it, back on the hook of his upturned right foot. Next, Flip went the shoe from his left foot, flying high and back. Walking to school early in the morning through lonely lanes, this was his way of making the stretch interesting. It's amazing how he managed to get to school on time! My Pa-in-Law aka Vijay  was quite a bright student I'm told but he preferred to do things his way. A little too differently for comfort. He always managed to get on the teacher's nerves. Once the teacher had caught him scouring the floor under his desk. "How do you manage to slip off the bench everytime I ask you'll to take notes?" inquired Father D'Mello. Vijay rose off his knees and stood...

This post is a winner at BlogAdda's “HOWZAT?” a husky voice hollered. A short, curly haired, fair lad raised a finger and declared the batsman bowled. The dark and lanky figure with that husky voice now ran towards the bowler screaming on the top of the lungs. In no time the thin framed, dimple chinned bowler, Rajeev had been lifted up into the air and the team was exulting over their victory. This was my team, a motley crew of young boys aged between 9-14 years old. And that lanky, dark cricketer with the husky voice was me. With crew-cut hair, a terribly tanned face and scraped knobby knees showing beneath those fatigued shorts, I was easily mistaken as a boy amongst the group of lads. I was a complete tomboy who ate, breathed and lived cricket like any other boy of my age. The society where I lived consisted of a ring of 10 buildings. The oval foreground of the buildings was divided into two equal halves by a speed-breaker in the centre. Two rival teams existed in the same ...

 http://www.zastavki.com/eng/Holidays/Halloween/wallpaper-17920.htm E arly in the morning, knock- knocks M cDonald pulled up his socks " P ray who is that?” cried he ‘ T is the farmhand kitty Y our coop hasn't anymore, hens or cocks This has been written for Prompt # 8 : Acrostic Limerick and 

Fashion & its Emosanal Atyachar I have been a tomboy all my life. I can never remember myself playing with dolls, I always wanted books. I also liked to climb the trees in the neighborhood with a water bottle slung on the shoulder and a book tucked into the belt of my shorts, so that I could enjoy my book in relative peace and quiet. The problems I faced were many 1. A pesky and nosy brother 2. A mother who was very feminine 3. My own (rather unfortunate) tendency of losing myself in the book which led to two sad fall outs a) Me losing track of time which had the entire colony running search parties for me b) Me losing my balance and falling down Ma would treat me like her personal doll, her muse was Bollywood and at various ages, depending on the leading actress she liked, my attire and hair style underwent a change. I have sported front fringes like Sadhana, crimped and wavy hair or pony tails like Mumtaz and Sharmila Tagore, and she would have loved to iron my na...

When my pen rests, my pencil is at work. This a cartoon from the archives. Am considering a change in profession. How about turning a wedding planner? :P

This post has been published by me as a team member of The Blue Ink Society for the SUPER 5 round of Bloggers Premier League (BPL) – The first ever unique, elite team blogging of blog world. To catch the BPL action and also be part of future editions and other contests, visit and register at Cafe GingerChai 18 year old Champa had arrived to work as a Nanny for me when I was a 10 year old. A Gujrati high school drop-out, she had confessed time and again that she found it extremely difficult to survive in Mumbai where life was getting increasingly influenced by the English language, with each passing day. I soon realized that my proactive mother had dutifully taken up her cause without further dilly-dally. She could play Nanny the rest of the time but that one hour every evening, she’d take up my homework and also sit Champa down for her lessons. Many lessons in numbers, alphabets and building of words later, progress was still very slow but my mother in all perseverance had gon...