The Sour Ice Cream!

One fine day, in the month of October,

A had a weird shopping experience that I hate to remember!

I started at noon time and I shopped until three

I shopped till the shopping had got the better of me!

I shopped for this I shopped for that,

I shopped and shopped until I dropped!

Never in my life had an experience so bizarre,

With heavy shopping bags I inched towards my car!

My throat had gone dry,

gone was my voice;

with some effort I offered a squeal,

One cara mellowed Belgium chocolate ice cream please!

The driver did his bidding,

he bought the ice cream;

but was halted in the way

by a passing cavalcade.

Bright and sunny was the day,

the ice cream had begun to melt away!

There was great hullabaloo and mess was created,

but this inched no where close to the mess in my head!

Ebbed had the tide,

the cavalcade had passed by;

the driver apparated with a cone empty

I said “Just eat it!”

The driver begged to get another one,

but I said “I’m done!”

Sometimes by the breadth of a whisker,

an ice cream so sweet can turn inevitably sour!

The Mess Stress

My cupboard is full of things useful

and things that are not,

The harder I try to organise it,

the messier it has got!

Whenever I’ve looked for that pretty dress

in my pile of clothes jumbled,

they’ve lost their normal equilibrium

all over me they’ve tumbled!

Lo! I’ve looked for that important documen t

in every cranny and crevice,

A mysterious corner they’ve found

to stick around and hide!

Then when the things are cool and calm

ebbed away has the tide,

I’ve found the thing I was looking for

right in front of my eyes!

Is my cupboard as bewildered

as my addled mind I wonder!

How much life does it take

to get so down and under!

O I hate this mumbo jumbo

that over me does surround,

A silly potato head like me

is the funniest to have around!!!