Aryaman Naik Poems
|1.||Lonely One Day||10/2/2005|
|4.||A Mouse Who Could Fly||10/2/2005|
|7.||A Mouse Who Could Fly - 2||10/2/2005|
|10.||Change Of My Password||10/2/2005|
|11.||Acceptance Of Dinner Invitation||10/2/2005|
|12.||Did You Know?||10/3/2005|
|14.||Cat And Bat's Revenge||10/2/2005|
|16.||The Ghost Who Ate Chocolate Toast||10/19/2005|
|17.||A Cat, A Bat, A Rat And A Mat||10/2/2005|
|18.||Ghost Who Ate Buttered Toast||10/2/2005|
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Ghost Who Ate Buttered Toast
Aryaman, the Poet
Moved from the MIG Colony in Bandra
To Sion’s Kalpataru building so tall
That his hands touched the azure blue sky.
On his first night in the new house
He had a sweet dream,
After eating at dinner
A Totapuri mango with white sour cream.
He saw a very large house
That looked spooky and dark
With all its doors and windows wide open
Making creaking sounds until the following morn.
A friendly ghost lived in the house
And kept bats and mice for company.
When the sun came out
The ghost would say
“Am I hungry! Time ...
Once upon a time,
There lived in India
A prolific writer of verse
He wrote poems so fast
His readers would scarcely long last.
He wrote on Cat, Bat and Rat
And, when they too went into hiding,
Rhymed a cold Can with a hot Pan