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Little Boys and Littler Girls

Once upon a time (to be more specific, this evening!), a little boy and a slightly littler girl were waiting for their respective parents to finish their work at photo studio.

The two kids started trying to communicate with each other. This is how.
Boy: Leans back on wall, hands tucked into pockets, stares at girl
Girl: Fiddles with her little Dupatta, smiles shyly at the boy
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In a few minutes, Boy becomes bolder, walks upto Girl. Girl smiles, touches him on cheek. Boy did not expect this, hurries to hide behind his Mommy.
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Boy asks (booming voice): ‘Why is she touching me?’
Mummy (embarassed): ‘No she isn’t touching you!’
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Boy: ‘Oh yes, she IS. Why is she doing it?
Mummy (exasperated): ‘Er, because she thinks you are her friend’
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Boy (does not look very convinced): ‘Is it because I am a Handsome Boy?’
Mummy: (Searches for place to hide her face)
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A few minutes later, Girl prepares to leave with her dad. Turns back to give that final look, before she walks out through that door!
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Boy (looking sad) – Turns to Mummy and asks: ‘Where is she going?’
Mummy (with a sigh of relief): ‘She’s going home’
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Boy (looking perplexed): ‘But, Is she not going to marry me????’
Mummy: Aaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
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………And to think the Boy is not even 4 years old !!!! Sigh!!!!!!!! ………
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EDITED TO ADD (2-Sep-10):
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This morning….
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Mummy (asks teasingly): The girl didn’t marry you, huh?
Boy (rewinds to last night): Hmmm, no, she didn’t!
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Mummy (being mean): Why???
Boy (unflinching): She changed her mind! She thought I was a rose-bush!!!
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Mummy (explains patiently): ‘You can marry ONLY when you are 30 and not 4, GOT IT?????’
Blushing Boy: Nods, smiles, and casually mentions Princess Jasmine!!!
??!!!!*****@@///!!!!%%%@@@??!!!!!!!!!!!
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Humour Poem

The rose, the Boy and the Tree

Caferati holds an annual GPF or Godawful Poetry Fortnight. To read more about this writing exercise, please click here.

Now, this particular godawful poem caught my attention, so I decided to write a sequel for it, assuming the original poet/author would not mind 🙂

So, here is the original poem by Aasif Shah:

An old tree craves for a company.
A boy comes and waters him.
He feels good.
‘Wish I could help you,’ says he to the boy.
‘No worries,’ replies the boy.

The tree dies.
The boy becomes lonely.
He decides to grow up.

The boy falls in love. But he can’t tell her.
He is too shy, you see.

One day, the girl gives him a red rose.

‘Hi, this is my rebirth as a rose!’ says the rose,
‘I am the old tree you once helped.’

And this is my response, rather, a sequel to his poem:-



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‘Now isn’t that romantic?’ sighed the Boy
‘It certainly is’, Rose replied, coy
The boy picked up the rose, admired her beauty
‘You are, by far, most charming and pretty!’

‘Thank you’, said Rose, smiling bright
‘I came back for you, now Hug me tight!’
The boy turned red, like he was blushing…
Rose turned red too, as if petals crushing.

‘Rose, O, Rose’, Boy cried from his heart
‘Just tell me one thing, since we went apart
You made me mourn your death, and wait…
Until eternity, now let’s get this straight’

‘What is it you want so much, to know,
Proof of my love perhaps, you want me to show?’
‘No no’, replied Boy, ‘I will not put you to task’
‘But one niggling doubt, I sure want to ask!’

‘Tell me, tell me’ your heart’s desire
What is troubling your mind, O Sire!

‘Tree, O Tree, if all you wanted was Return to Me’
‘Why the hell didn’t you come back, as
that girl saxy???????’

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And on this (ahem..) romantic note, I dedicate this poem to my Knight in shining armour 🙂 – my dream come true – on the occasion of our Wedding Anniversary!!!

(P.S: Uma, Deeps and some other well-meaning friends have been trying to bully me into writing something Mushy 😉 for the hubby, so I decided to publish the above poem instead 😉 Thank u girls, love you all 🙂 )