Treasure Island

Mamta Agarwal

(March 27,1951 / India)

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Fe fi fo fum, beware here I come! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Fe, fi fo fum.
Beware, nani here I come

She jumped like a monkey
And wrapped her legs around me.

Gave me a tight hug and a kiss
You are really a darling miss.

Then we wriggled our bums
And laughed like hoodlums.

You watched it on TV
Yes, she nodded acting sheepish.

I saw it on IPL
Cheer leaders dance and yell.

My, you have grown big.
In July I just turned six.

Now I am going on seven.
You? Forgot, good heavens.

You have got a nice tan.
Yes, I know she hopped and ran.

Went to Sri Lanka for a holiday.
Had so much fun crooned away.

Come tell me what you’ll eat.
Can we start with dessert?

We sat with an ice cream tub.
Forgot all about food and grub.

She asked me riddles and told jokes.
We laughed as we sipped our cokes.

She left late at night.
Now the house is very quiet.

But in my mind
Her childish prattle alive.

Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009

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  • Sandra Fowler (10/24/2009 10:57:00 AM)

    This adorable, spirited child is captured and
    held within the margins of this lovely poem.
    Come what may she will always be six
    years old there. Very touching, Mamta

    Love all your work,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Vidi Writes (10/17/2009 7:00:00 AM)

    Title, so much ornamental
    Fe Fi Fo Fum, tones so instrumental.
    Trip to a distant land of sand
    Hip Hip Hurray mother you grand
    Play with your lass, so bouncy
    You relived all your fancies.

    Its your mature yet juvenile moods
    Make you hop and dance grace of god's
    And credit goes to your childs, a loads.

    We share your happy times and rhymes
    With great amusement. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (10/14/2009 12:04:00 AM)

    fee fee fo fum - wow! takes me back to my school days in colonial Nigeria, gives me wings to fly, an invitation to a dance, or seance, or both. really good, Mamta. I shall fly the 10 like a kite, like a bird. (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (10/13/2009 12:06:00 PM)

    What a lovely poem, it brought so many smiles to my face. Children can be so charming and full of fun. Enjoy your grand children. Bob (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (10/13/2009 8:06:00 AM)

    good grandma poem Mamta...i think your grand daughter inspires...imaginative kicking lines joyous..thanks 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rakesh Bedi (10/13/2009 12:31:00 AM)

    you succeed in bringing childhood memories in mind, eyes stopped blinking....i was in a trance......i came back in present and sighed deeply, mamta....thanks for sharing such a lovely poem, dear.... (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Martyres (10/12/2009 10:36:00 PM)

    Lovely write Mamta, nothing is more relaxing than enjoying the unfettered enthusiasm of little children...You are a lucky grandma and so is your granddaughter...Cheers 10+ (Report) Reply

  • Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (10/12/2009 9:18:00 PM)


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