Planet Of The Chimps Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

As the father of six, all born within less than a nine year span, I know the chaos of which you so perfectly wrote.

Hi Nair: Nice one. Keep going

Such a realistic and humorous account...... I can imagine the pandemonium created by those little chimps! But all the three look so cute. I assume the middle one is your grandson! 'Moms, dads, grands tip-toed Finger on lips, scared As if in a mine-field Speaking in hush-hush mode Lest the tykes are roused Again in unison screamed'................. the lines I most enjoyed! !

This is how to write humor! ! ! You had me smiling, and smiling some more, then grinning, then giggling, then laughing out loud in sheer delight. How could I not giggle through this expose on babies ruling the house by - - sympathetic detonation of gastric fire Or was it diaper rash? - - [absolute top notch choice of words there! ! ! ! ! ] causing Moms and grandmas scampered Mixing milk in bottles? - - - [that word scamper was precisely right, it made me see the hurried but happy steps of mothers and grandmothers plus it fit perdectly with the topic of children and the humorous aspect of this piece]............................. The men now joined Sleep-walking dads and grandpas Their hair disheveled Pajama strings swaying lose Like pendulums of grandpa clocks - - - [was any scene better painted than this? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ] and this my favorite part of favorite parts- - - - Pandemonium prevailed for a while The chimps then dozed off in a milky high With bottles in their delicate hold Moms, dads, grands tip-toed Finger on lips, scared As if in a mine-field Speaking in hush-hush mode Lest the tykes are roused Again in unison screamed - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Perfection, Madathil! ! ! ! ! Lovely humorous, slice of life PERFECTION! I wish I could give you a thousand stars but they only permit me to give you ten! ! ! ! ! ! !

I just watched a delightful drama of little babies and the elders, how when they all came together, a pandemonium occurred. I loved the way you have portrayed the whole scene, so realistic and humorous. Enjoyed reading this poem thoroughly. Shall come back to read it again.100

The words, this poem, and the photo will keep the joy of this evening/event alive for generations. A wonderful poem, Madathil.

How wonderful! Full of images, humor and reality. Not always peace and lullabies, pajama strings swaying like pendulums on grandfather clocks, the tip-toe, the milk in tiny hands. Sweet dreams from the slumbering world of the little chimps. Such a vision to see this army of servants roused and sleepy-eyed doing their duty like servants to the tiny royalty. Splendid and straight from the heart!

i meant run for our money in the humour/humor area on PH. bri :)

hey! i just used nook in a poem this week. ok, you can use it as well............anytime. be my guest. A burning hidden sore? Screams just got louder.............reminded me of my early days, after i quit college my senior year. i worked for two years caring for surgical patients [nurses aide job]. some bedridden patients (the worse-off ones) developed 'bedsores' due to long stays, somewhat immobile, in bed, sometimes lying in their pee. we would prop them on their sides and apply a stomach anti-acid (Milk of Magnesia i think) to the sore and sometimes shine a heat lamp on the affected area i think. shades of Nursing Home futures for some of us? ? : ( The men now joined Sleep-walking dads and grandpas Their hair disheveled Pajama strings swaying lose............i'm glad it was just Pajama strings swaying lose! but another o in loose, please. remember: 'the severe consequences of leaving it as is after i tell you about it! ! ! ;)) [btw: i used to make the same 'mistake' sometimes with lose and loose. ha ha! come on! Grandpa. those kids don't look much at all like Chimps. more like Bonnet Macaques! ! yes! did you do a DNA analysis when they were born? ? Finger on lips, scared ..........this line gave me a VERY HEARTY laugh. thanks. AND the next line was very good also, but i did NOT laugh. i've gotta control myself! ! ! Eh you, wash the bottles You there, change my pads and bibs! .................almost a chuckle leaked out....of me. ok, you grownups! ! ! or is it groan-grumps? ? you MUST TAKE CONTROL or you will be faced with YEARS of tyranny laid on you all, parents AND grandparents, by these developing chimps! ! ! it must be nipped in the bud, or should i say buds? to MyPoemList. you, Madathil are trying to give Valsa and me a run for our money! bri ;)