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:-

Sell Art Online

‘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???????’


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 🙂 )

Humour Poem

‘In silent sufferance’ – Plane and simple

‘In silent sufferance” is the fortnightly theme on S&Co. and this is my contribution.

Eleven long hours its been,
Since the shores of my homeland seen

The inflight music, an incessant drone
Someone, lend me an ear-phone!

I stretch, I bend, and wince and moan,
Muffled sounds, I piteously groan

I turn to my left, and then to my right,
Arrrgh! This is one horrible night!

Until finally, with valour I stare
At the pot-bellied man, who polished his fare!

He looks at me, lets a toothy smile,
Phew! That gust of wind smells vile!!

The aloo-tikki has done its job
That awful mooli on the hob!

With a happy ‘Burrrrp’, he rubs his tummy
Winks at me, and asks ‘Some rummy?’

I weakly smile, pretend I’m homesick
In unstated misery, I see my watch tick

When? Oh when..will this journey end
Oh! Run for cover! He’s going to bend!

How I wish I could summon the crew
And have thrown this monster, into the loo!

Or push him out of the aircraft? Don’t!!
I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t!

Please let me know what you think. I think it needs a lot of re-work. Editing, Tweaking, whatever. Suggestions/critique eagerly sought 🙂


Godawful Poetry 2009

Yay! Godawful Poetry contest is back again. Check the links to this wonderful contest here, here and here. Caferati is a vibrant place to be!!

So! This contest is all about writing poetic form, ofcourse. I guess that comes REALLY easy for me.

Btw, this was my first GPF contribution for this year:

Yay! Its that time of year
To leave behind all fear
Rave and rant all we can
GPF, I am your pankha (read: fan)!

And my second:

Response to Ozzy-ji- GPF # 2
Oye my dear Ozzyji,
I very much enjoying Poetry!
This GPF is full riot, see?
I going for jumping Bun-ji!

Now I am really missing
Old contestants for ‘GPF Queen / King’!
Without them, my mood dingy…
Summon the Rita-ji and the Rumbo-ji.

But remember, when you write poetries
That Life is never-ending seas
From once birth to once dearth
Bless that man whose Words r Worth!


Why don’t you guys and girls try a hand at GPF?



Thank you, Gpf – rotten poem

How very kind of you!

To launch this contest,
And put through a fiery test,

Sifting the carbon and diamonds bright,
The brightest spark being the darkest night!

Although good poetry, I’m nowhere near,
I really had a great time here.

So all I want to tell you,
Is a BIG “Thanki-Thanki-Dou”!!


On perverted mentality – Rotten poem

As a rule, man is a fool.

In unlaundered fiction, he seeks truth,
In a real story, he hunts down a myth.

A genuine poetic attempt, he does “Hoot”
In godawful poetry, he finds genius amid soot!

A real contest, he doesn’t dare participate,
In GPF fortnight, he boldly tries his fate.

As a rule, man is a fool.

Movie Review Poem

“Mehbooba” – movie review – rotten poem

I watched this movie last night,
So amazing was it.
All of 2.5 hours,
And you won’t believe it!!

I could…

Understand every scene,
Every unspoken word!
Every nuance was felt,
As I watched it all, in fast-forward.

I could…

Watch the NRI hero ride,
A bullock-cart in fields wide.
Out there his heart he tore,
For a “Mehbooba” he saw no more.

I could not…

Wait to see the DVD seller,
And shake him by the throat,
The man who, for a dollar,
Made us a scape-goat 😦


Tired…(rotten poem)

The golden sun is at its peak,
Lazy people are taking a nap.
My keyboard is fast at work,
And I’m tired…of writing crap.


I yearn…(Rotten poem#6)

I yearn
As I hear your voice.
The sweetness in your welcome,
the affirmation in your tone,

Make me believe.

That I will be cared for,
That my plea will not go unheard,
That my desire will be granted.
That better days await me,

As I wait for you.

To give me a sign,
An acknowledgement,
A confirmation if you please,
That you will send an emissary,


To fix my washing-machine.

But all I hear is, your sweet
“Please hold the line,
Your call is important to us”.

I still yearn….


(With all due respect, I’ve seen a lot of poems categorised as “free verse poetry” by the authors. I have to admit I am not a fan of this form of poetry, as it seems like an easy escape from rhyme and/or reason. Anyway, it was fun attempting this).


End of the road

It was the end of his journey,
Tired and weary was he.
‘Twas his legs that wouldn’t move,
He sat down by a tree.

Until now, he had pushed and rushed,
Through the milling crowd.
‘Twas survival of the fittest,
He’d bulldozed his way, he was proud.

Dollars he had made millions,
There was nothing that he lacked.
‘Twas Pounds (or kilograms?) he now lost,
He sold his Ferrari, and back-packed.

“I’ve wasted my life”, he said with spite
‘Tis time to “stand and stare”.
He wanted to ride a motor-bike,
Let the wind blow through his hair.

Only now, he was bald.
(Please readers, do let me know, what you made out of this..ahem…poem. Thanks!)


Rotten poem # 4

Today I tried, Poem # 4 to write,

Rattled my brains with all my might.

Fingers jay-walked the keyboard,

‘I won’t budge’, the mouse avowed.

‘Love, Nature, Friendship’… I mused,

The topic is where I am still confused.

“Aw, this writer’s block” I cursed,

The block glared back, lips pursed.

“You’re no poet, you imposter,

‘Tis GPF week, get outta here!!”

(I bet nobody can come up with anything more rotten than this. And I guess I don’t need to explain why this is rotten, right?)