Tuesday, July 29, 2008

A Lil' Bitta Nonsense Poetry by MM :)

I wrote for College poetry competition Darpan 08. It won first. Yay! :)
Topic was "Save us from..." Sounds better if you read it aloud.
First verse is a bit iffy, but it gets better. :)
Here eet ees:

"Save us from controlling parents!
Bring on the anti depressants!"
Scream young adults from all around
It was for them, this story was found:

Once upon a moonlit rock
Giselle exclaimed with utter shock
“I haven’t seen quite half the world!”
Around her face her curls all twirled.
For Giselle she was a mermaid true
Her fins were of the greenest blue.
She dove and swam to seabed sands
Whilst dreaming of the upper lands.
Last birthday was her eighteenth year
She felt it’d all been such a blur-
Her life- with not an ounce of meaning
She felt like running, stamping, screaming.
Her heart it felt a longing so
To venture, scurry forth and go
Where none of her kind had gone before-
She’d be the first, the world to explore!
“The Little mermaid was all just fiction!”
She screamed out with convincing diction
The only one who heard her out
Was her pet Oyster Pearldipout.
“Why Pearlipoo? Why am I stuck here?
All I want’s to be slightly luckier-
Have a chance to see the world!
Is that too much to ask dear Pearl?”
Pearl the Oyster kept clamped shut,
Which is what oysters do a lot.
Giselle she did not mind the quiet-
She kicked up a bigger, frenzied riot.

Her father Myt was quite annoyed
For however much he tried
Futile was it to make her see
That she MUST dwell under the sea.

“Do you realize you cannot breathe above water?
How would you live there my dear daughter?
And what about your fins, my treat?
On land you must commute with feet.”

“Oh Papa, I’m not that naïve!
What about Cousins Amy and Steve?
Don’t tell me you didn’t cast that spell
To help them live on land as well!”
“But my darling, you were brought up here
Do you want mama to shed a tear?
Do you my dear, precious child?
About you turning completely wild?”

“I don’t care about all that.
All I want is a little cat
And shoes and bags and earrings too
Like earth girls have. And I want a tattoo.”

Pearl the Oyster kept quite silent
It’s true his body was quite pliant
But Pearl himself was really not,
And he thought all this a load of rot.

Myt had become quite furious
“For granted are you taking us!
Ungrateful girl, demeaning lass.
I’ll whip you squarely on the bottom.”

“Oh father, don’t be so uptight!
Listen to my teenage plight
I’m young! I want to see the world!
I’m not a helpless little girl!”

“But you are my dear child!
A baby, and that is putting it mild!
Why, over your clothes today I tripped!
They were on the floor! My tooth was chipped!”

“Tsk tsk Papa, that’s what we do,
Us teenagers. Our clothes we strew.
Across the floor. Though it is uncouth,
It is quite the cardinal truth of youth.”

“But how are you going to look after yourself?
And how will you know what to do with a shelf,
Having used the floor to house your clothes?
Why, I doubt you can tell your mouth from your nose.”

“Father, despite how it might seem
I am perfectly capable of being clean,
And adult-like. Now, this isn’t deceit-
I CAN and DO in fact, brush my own teeth.”

Pearl the Oyster kept closed his mouth
That is what he did best no doubt
Among all oysters he was considered sublime
And he considered all this a waste of his time

Myt ignored her sarcastic remark
And decided that he would instead embark
Upon the issue of sleeping too late
“What have you to say about that, sugarplate?”

“Daddy, expect me to act my age!
Staying up late is the latest rage
You mustn’t expect that I live by your rules
I will act eighteen now, not seventy two!”

Now this was far too much to bear
Twas all he could do to sit and stare
At the little monster he had raised
Who was now returning his angry gaze.

Now all of this was just too unfair
This entire meal’d been a sordid affair
Why was dad so blooming tiresome?
If only he’d understand- it’d be awesome!

Pearl the Oyster stared at the ketchup
He’d dearly have loved to be in far off Europe,
On some rich man’s dinner plate:
Rather than witness this excruciating debate.

“But don’t you want to stay at home?
Haven’t we given you more than Rome?
Why do you feel this need to leave?
Forgive me for being so very naïve!”

“Oh papa, think back to the time
When you were my age, did you not pine?
For adventure, romance, excitement and love?
This is what you would cheat me out of?”

Myt thought back to the prime of his days
Of his fast paced life and his escapades
The point she had made, made sense he recalled
She was his daughter after all.

Perhaps it was time to let her go
To let her leap, fly over the rainbow
Break free, escape and all the jazz
Let her regain his old pizzazz.

The bird was flying from their nest
Ah, finally he’d get some well earned rest
He and Martha’d holiday!
In the Coral Sea, the Bengal Bay!

Giselle was mighty thrilled and pleased
Her angsty teenage mind was eased
She’d climb the highest mountain! But
Before, she must really go get that new haircut.

Pearl the Oyster said not a word
Bottling it up was much preferred.
A chip off the old block, that was Giselle.
Well, the pair of them could go to hell.


La said...

brilliant goose! I really really like it! especially:

“But how are you going to look after yourself?
And how will you know what to do with a shelf,
Having used the floor to house your clothes?
Why, I doubt you can tell your mouth from your nose.”

and I love the oyster, and his name, Pearldipout. hehe!

Paru said...

Awesome!! :)

Frozen Thoughts said...

very nice...seriously :)
and pearldipout? hehe super! i'm gonna come consult you before naming my kids ;) :p


PS said...

Oh, this must've won the first place hands down!

Pearlipoo! :D The pearl lines were especially droll.

"Pearl the Oyster stared at the ketchup
He’d dearly have loved to be in far off Europe,
On some rich man’s dinner plate:
Rather than witness this excruciating debate."

"She’d climb the highest mountain! But
Before, she must really go get that new haircut."


And I see that even you use the word pizazz. :)

PS said...

And did I mention how quirky the title of the post is? Lil' Bitta :)

Shruthi said...

Madhu!! You are officially my FAVE poetess!! = )

Lalitha said...

ha ha ha! i espcially love the ending :P where people go to hell! its an absolutly adorable poem! i forgive you for the long blog death!

La said...

@Lalitha: hello! have u forgotten all about me????

@MM: write more.

Kanasu Nagathihalli said...

cool poem... I wonder how you and la can always come up with such wonderful rhyming prose... I can never do that.

Rookie said...

Hey Madhu! La told me to check out your blog. This poem was really unexpected. Brilliant. Nothing short of it.
----They call me V.

MM said...

V not for Vendetta I hope.
Im already very well acquainted with the name, La cant stop yabbering about you guys day in day out yadda yadda yadda. I feel as though I know you all already. In fact, you're all like a TV serial I follow. :) Its all very fun.

I've met you, in case you dont remember. It was a very awkward five minute encounter at a juice shop during which time I smiled at you continuously (having heard so much about you, and having felt that I already knew you) and during which time you looked at me as though I were a bug you wished to squish. Good times, good times.

Thanks about the poem! Glad you liked it! :)

MM said...

@La: Thanks goose!

@Paru: Hehe :)

@Soundu: Yes I cant wait to christen your kids!! :)

@PS: Thanks for giving me credit at least after stealing the title. :P

@Shru: Aw...Thanks hon!! Hugs!! ;)

@Lalitha: Yay! Im forgiven!

@Kana: You're a sweetheart. Thanks!

PS said...

Wha? Hmpf. You might've forgotten, but I told you that I was borrowing the title while I was writing that post!

Rookie said...

Yeah, I do remember the juice shop encounter in Gandhi Bazaar. I didn't want to squish you. La must have told you, I wouldn't hurt a fly. I like Harleys and donuts. Doh!

La said...

actualy i think i said, "V?? Quiet?? No!!" :D


Rookie said...

Who said anything about me=V (me=\La) being quiet?

La said...

:D me=La, V! you thief of me!

you were very quiet that day. wasn't he, MM? all engrossed in his ice cream!

Rookie said...

I wasn't feeling very gentlemanly. Eating an ice cream in front of a girl who wasn't. It was fig & honey!

La said...

Sheesh! then you should have just got her one! Silly V!

Rookie said...

Didn't know her well enough. Thought maybe she'd get offended.

MM said...
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MM said...

@PS: Yes, I suppose I must admit to that.

Rookie said...

Homer's my idol! So's Bart (though I won't admit it to a kid yet to hit double digits properly). We will no longer discuss Homer being a bad influence to certain weak-willed individuals. A very good Doh to you all!

Nil said...
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Nil said...

OMG! No wonder you won! I love this poem!!!!It is so cute!! I love it!!:D
And, as what is becoming quite normal, I cant think of anything else to say...

But I LOVE IT!!!:D :D :D

Your writing is so much fun I think I'm on a high!