Here's a poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade in school
My Experience
Once upon a time, I had a little donkey
Whom I very lovingly, used to call Pinky
But in fact, he was very brown
And making a fine pair, I looked like a clown
Whatever we looked like, that does not matter
My story begins, as I grew fatter
Allow me to tell you, for your information
At that time, was I, a very poor washerman
One day, on Pinky, I loaded a huge clothes bunch
And on the top I settled, with my heavy paunch
Due to the mighty weight, his bones crunched
And the next minute, into the air I was launched
As I fell on earth, I started groans and moans
Nevertheless, the next thing I did was to check my bones
My limbs ached, and I felt very sick
Later on, I learned that the cause was Pinky's kick
After that experience so dim
I decided to become slim
And hence I advise you, never to become plump
For you too, as me, may receive many a bump!
[Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, August 25, 2009]
My Experience
Once upon a time, I had a little donkey
Whom I very lovingly, used to call Pinky
But in fact, he was very brown
And making a fine pair, I looked like a clown
Whatever we looked like, that does not matter
My story begins, as I grew fatter
Allow me to tell you, for your information
At that time, was I, a very poor washerman
One day, on Pinky, I loaded a huge clothes bunch
And on the top I settled, with my heavy paunch
Due to the mighty weight, his bones crunched
And the next minute, into the air I was launched
As I fell on earth, I started groans and moans
Nevertheless, the next thing I did was to check my bones
My limbs ached, and I felt very sick
Later on, I learned that the cause was Pinky's kick
After that experience so dim
I decided to become slim
And hence I advise you, never to become plump
For you too, as me, may receive many a bump!
[Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, August 25, 2009]
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