Hi,
Last week my Dad came to see me after a prolonged duration of a month or so. I did not feel much like talking to him (I sulked --look at the photo) but I finally gave in and played with him for some time on the last day. He came on a friday night and left on Sunday afternoon --which does'nt come anywhere close to the kind of attention I need. But he got me some nice frocks and I forgave his gross dereliction of duty. Well, Bribery starts from the Cradle I suppose. I liked one in particular the yellow one from Shanti's. In the honour of my Dad's visit, I have composed a poem that I am sure you will all like. It is titled "My Day" and goes like this...
My Day
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Feed and Sleep,
Sleep and Wail.
Rock and Peep,
And a Bunny's Tail.
Kick and Prod,
Prod and Twist.
Sheets all trod,
With a clenched Fist.
Diapers and Nappies,
Nappies and Ones-CS
Makes everyone go Puhhleeeeeze,
Wonder why I am not given out on Lease.
Mom and Dad,
I love them Bad.
And get them hopping,
Good and Mad.
---Arundhati
