Sapphirism

Photo by Veerle Contant on Unsplash There was a dog, Who booked a ticket, For a horse and himself, Right in the thicket. The dog held out A big grey phone, And started to speak In a serious tone, That he wanted a ticket for himself and a horse, That's when the things Started turning worse. He had to go From Pune to Dehradun, He made a mistake-- From London to the Moon. On the other side The travel agent broke out in a sweat, And grew so worried His forehead was wet. The travel agent Slightly trembled and said, "Sir, there's no ride to the moon, No matter how much you've paid." The dog was indignant And started to bark, "Listen, you have to send me and hark, "I'll give you a triple Of whatever you ask. Only if you complete Your assigned task. Else, be ready, my jaws are waiting, My bite'll hurt harder than a bee's sting." The travel agent swooned, But managed to say, "Sir, there'

  Forget your troubles, Forget your woes, Forgive all the people Who ever poked their nose. There's a ray of hope, A flicker of light, Let's get it altogether Or we'll have to fight. Let's be happy Let us find joy, Let us be united We can all comply. Let us make a band, Of acquaintances old and new, Let us not search perfection, The number is less than few. So I conclude with this line, If we're united, all'll be fine.

  There was a mouse, Who lived in a house In the planet Mars, Where there were no cars. He rode a red bike, Sometimes went for a hike, To the Olympus Mons Keeping in mind the pros and cons. He always took some ropes, He went in high hopes, To reach the peak Without being pecked by a beak. At home he ate cheese, On the terrace, in the breeze, Read a newspaper which had a crease, And rubbed on his bike's chain some grease. He wanted some money, So he sold some honey, To a grizzly bear Who was bored eating his pear He grew his veggies, on the Marsian dust, Which was so red, it looked like rust. He grew a few carrots for the Rabbit, Who also jumped about, since that was his habit. He grew some spinach for the caterpillar, Who ate in the attic and slept in the cellar. He grew some flowers for the bees, Because without them they'd wander in the trees. All this homework earned him repose, And if it didn't, he always had a dose. This mouse on Ma