A Garbage Poem With Chracters From Ph Poem by kanav justa
A Garbage Poem With Chracters From Ph
Miss lyn paul has a bad day as some gangsters snatch a golden chain from her neck. she chases them and the story begins.....
lyn paul came running she came with a gun
seeing her angry as hell, all the bad boys did run
she was enraged like a lion and her eyes were fuming red
as she was angry she then lit up a fire
she burn down a house where lived mr nair
made of wood was his huge old ancient bed
i heard galloping of the horses, as i saw mr bri
he stopped his pony when he heard me cry
his mouth agape as he saw the fire blaze
he took out his cell and dialed a number
instead of firemen he called a plumber
in front of our eyes we could see the fire raise
with all his valor he dialed again
but to our surprise it started to rain
rain from cloud made us dance as we did salsa
we waited for the rain to put off the fire
saw a lady coming close she spoke a satire
she scolded us bad and her name was miss valsa
she said you two, you should be inside
bri looked at me, again his mouth opened wide
she had a heart of a soldier, that lady was so damn brave
with a blanket that draped her from head to toe
we called her our friend, and fire our foe
when we looked at her we felt so small and naive
she went inside, all we could do was stare
cause sights like these were few and rare
to have a friend like her, lucky was mr nair
next to come there was rachel nichol
she prayed to the sun to summon a soul
a soul that knew how to put off the evil fire
as we started to talk we saw miss shazia batool
she was witty as she drowned a small pipe in a pool
and from that pipe she drenched mr nairs grand home
everything looked fine, everything looked good
the house started cooling, that was made of wood
miss shajia then spoke, her voice had a sweet tone
seeing everyone helping, bri said that’s enough
he said to me, now let’s get tough
he said again, it was our time to shine
he took out his pen as he started to write
seeing him waste his time, I started to fight
but still he said everything would be just fine
after sometime he spoke what he wrote
laughed a bird from the tree and a black and white goat
the fire lost its fuel as he heard bri's serenade
soon the fire was off, mr nair was fine
all hugged him tight, as we stood in a line
everybody was happy to see the fire fade
RACHEL NICHOLS, LYN PAUL, VALSA GEORGE, BRI EDWARDS, DINESH NAIR, SHAHZIA BATOOL,
I might have offended too many people here as i post this poem. If i have, please let me know. its just a nonsense poem that i wrote, and thought of posting it here. And Dinesh sir, sorry to burn down your house, you were the only one who i could think would rhyme best with fire, , or you could blame it on miss lyn.
and Mr Bri, , , its a revenge poem of mine for you for not sending me a pizza this year: P
PS: If anybody i have offended, please dont block me: P
Kanav! ! ! Just for the sake of rhyming with Fire, You made ME do that with the house of Dinesh Nair quietly i wish on PH to Be what will I do if he decides to write an epic against Me? What's the purpose of avenging Mr. Bri? Instead you could have ordered pizza at home for free I can see the enjoyment of Lyn By her comment and her grin... rest assured none will block as you are one of the poets' fine stock!
I am happy that our wonderful team work helped put out the fire that was about to burn down the house of poor Mr. Nair. But I can't understand why Lyn should take revenge on him who is no party to the harm done to her by the miscreant youngsters! Bri's dialling the plumber instead of the fire squad is quite interesting! Was his act inadvertent or deliberate, I wonder... his personality being such... (ha..ha) Any way, glad that you have given me such heroic dimensions at this age..! ! .A valiant woman with a soldier's heart... vow! ! Admonishing the two chicken hearted youngster(s) (Is Bri, a youngster?) this brave woman jumped into the fire knowing so well that it could become a funeral pyre, came out miraculously unscathed, (may be because Sunprincess implored the intervention of her father, the Sun and Shahzia came with the hose to spray water) and do what little this brave soul (let me repeat) could do to save one of her great friends... Mr. Nair, from a grave tragedy! ! Oh, Kanav! Your imagination is running riot and you have made it a 'foul smelling garbage'! ! If you clear this mess, I will give you 10 Truly Enjoyed! !
really enjoyed..: i tis a hilarious poem, , subtle satire.. nice creativity n very much involving...
Oh Rachel, I am sorry that I forgot you are ' sunprincess' yet to be married to 'dreamprince'.
This is a horrible poem, lacking in proper punctuation, capitalization, and meaningful contest. Sorry I had to vote it a one, but zero was not available.
Janav used to be one of my buddies on PH. Alas, he and plenty of others have disappeared; I'm sure some are dead. Others, like dear Valsa George, have left due to changes on PH. : ( bri
Oh It is such a lovely write, Kanav. I regret not having read it earlier.
Haha, what a witty pen, how nice of you, it was a big surprise to see our poet friends as heroes of your verse! Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:17:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
remind me to never visit the home of Sun Princess (see her comment below) . :)