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Quirky Queery

Going through this blog, I realised it is terribly serious! So here, my friends, is another poem from the archives! 

 This is an acrostic poem. The first letters of the lines of the poem first spell the 12 months of the year and then the 7 days of the weeks in their short form! I had great fun writing this one.
Julian was his name
And he was a smart kid too
Nothing was there that he couldn’t do

Flowers were his favorite
Enthusiastic he remained always; about planting new ones
But, as he was a gentle boy, he was very afraid of violence and guns

Mother of his was a sweet lady
And his father was a hardworking man
Rosy was his sister and they had a nice house and a nicer van

All the people he knew were his great friends,
Poor or rich he played with everyone and
Rarely did they not have fun

Mark was his best friend
And he was a fun (and handy) guy to be around
Yes indeed, there was nothing that he couldn’t mend!

Julian was a kind person, but
Usually he didn’t talk much to people he didn’t know
Nevertheless, he invited almost everyone to his hut

Just like that, he once invited a man to his house
Ugly he was and he had strange eyes
Little Julian gave him a bed and the candles he did douse

As the man appeared tired, he quickly fell to sleep
Understanding as Julian was, he advised Rosy’s  
Girl friends not to shout or leap.

Spring season it was and Julian
Eagerly went to work in his small garden
Perhaps because he was a small kid, he was helped by a man named Jordon.

Oh! Such beautiful flowers all around
Colorful, pretty roses and marigolds
Tulips and jasmines were in loads.

No wonder it was such a pleasure for him
Obviously one would love such a place
Very happily he walked around , as if in a daze

During the time Julian was lost in his own world
Eerily the man got up, and walked around in a trance
Curiously enough, he started to dance!


My! What a sight it was!
On his fours now he walked around
Now and then he stopped to sniff like a hound

Twirling her plait, Rosy now entered the scene
Ugh! She was shocked to see the strange man
Eager to see what he’ll do now, she found a wall to lean

Well as you would have guessed, the man was walking in his sleep
Enormous that he was, he broke many things in the hut and
Disturbed by the sound, Julian came in with a shovel in his hand

Then came in Jordon to check on the little boy
How surprised he was when he saw the man who was by now
Under the table, chewing chum like a cow!

Finally the trio managed to awaken him from his slumber,
Rolling around in laughter he told them his name
I bet he thought sleep walking like this was such a shame!

Supper they had and then the man waved them goodbye!
At last the children went to sleep in their bed
Tired, Jordon too went to his shed.

So friends, here I end this poem
U might have enjoyed it or perhaps not

“No doubt this is one of her stupidest”, you must have thought.


P.S. सॉरी  नॉट सॉरी !

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