kanav justa

Veteran Poet - 1,531 Points (Shimla)

A Garbage Poem With Chracters From Ph - Poem by kanav justa

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

Poet's Notes about The Poem

In this story
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

Comments about A Garbage Poem With Chracters From Ph by kanav justa

  • Rajesh Thankappan (11/25/2014 8:28:00 AM)

    Hilarious! The words sums it all. (Report) Reply

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  • Om Chawla (5/9/2014 8:30:00 AM)

    Oh It is such a lovely write, Kanav. I regret not having read it earlier. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (1/25/2014 5:17:00 PM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (1/25/2014 9:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Kanav...Really enjoyed the act which you directed from your wonderful brain and made everyone to play and made run...I hope the pizza has reached you by now else some other tricky poem may come from your pen to play...Really a wonderful write. Keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Gary H (1/20/2014 1:07:00 AM)

    pretty sweet poem to read lol, nicely done. (Report) Reply

  • (1/18/2014 3:51:00 AM)

    A hilarious poem very creative..had fun reading it (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (1/15/2014 2:07:00 PM)

    Ha ha, very amusing poem Kanav. Hope everyone has recovered! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (1/13/2014 2:04:00 AM)

    Oh Rachel, I am sorry that I forgot you are ' sunprincess' yet to be married to 'dreamprince'. (Report) Reply

  • (1/13/2014 1:30:00 AM)

    really enjoyed..: i tis a hilarious poem, , subtle satire.. nice creativity n very much involving... (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/13/2014 1:14:00 AM)

    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! !
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  • Neela Nath Das (1/12/2014 1:53:00 AM)

    Beautiful! Enjoyed each N every line and read between lines with great attention! Great guy! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (1/11/2014 9:05:00 PM)

    I am surfacing in the poem three times and all are hugging me tight!

    What an honour Kanav!

    Burning down my house is welcome as there are Phoenixes among the homes as well. Somebody over here will help me with bricks to construct a new home..

    Kanav, most of the female characters have really been very much married for decades together and you have prefixed miss before their names. Though they would like to be addressed so, their possessive husbands may not like it. So make Valsa, Lyn and Rachel Ms immediately. Mr Bri is EARTHPRINCE in one way.
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  • Bri Edwards (1/10/2014 2:43:00 PM)

    remind me to never visit the home of Sun Princess (see her comment below) . :) (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (1/10/2014 2:41:00 PM)

    kanav, i was going to include you in a poem with other ph poets and that's why i looked at your poem list to see if there was a good one to read. for some reason i did not see any poem of yours on MyPoet: List.
    NOW I READ THIS! ! ! ! A Garbage Poem........ i think you MAY have mentioned my name more than the rest, as is only proper since i am the best poet among all! ! ! ! but, WERE YOU trying TO MAKE FUN OF ME? ? ? for that i may not bake the pizza i was planning to send to you today. but if you are REALLY LUCKY i'll still throw you into my poem to be entitled I'll Quit Poetry. don't get TOO excited.
    thanks for sharing. i have enjoyed some contact with most of the poets you have mentioned. thanks for sharing.............i think. :) br

    i'm not sure when my poem will be ready, so just take a tranquilizer or two while you wait. yours now goes to my lengthening MyPoemList.
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  • Shahzia Batool (1/10/2014 2:05:00 AM)

    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!
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  • Lyn Paul (1/10/2014 1:31:00 AM)

    You seem to know me well Kanav because I would chase a gangster as I would be fuming, instead of the gun and the fire I would have my pepper spray and maybe some loud screaming. I love the plumber instead of the fire brigade. Overall excellent team work getting it out and you have put a big smile on my dial. So thank so much Kanav. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 12, 2014

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