Raincoat Boy and the Pink Dress Girl
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Raincoat Boy and the Pink Dress Girl
Puddle by puddle he jumped,
Towers of clouds before the sun.
In his yellow raincoat,chewing on his bun,
On this gloomy morning,he had lots of fun.
Puddle by puddle he leaped,
Pebbles and stones he bent to pick.
In his muddy yellow boots,he ran and kicked,
On this misty morning,into a hole he peeked.
Step by step she hopped,
Bubbles!Bubbles!And she popped!
In her pink coloured dress she danced and stopped!
For she saw an eye from beyond the wall!
Step by step she retreated,
Her eyes gimmered.Something shimmered.
In her white ballet shoes,she softly whimpered,
For she was afraid,and fear flickered.
Bit by bit he backed away,
He smiled to the girl,and somehow she stayed.
In his small palms,beautiful pebbles arrayed,
On this rainy morning,timidly he said:
"Forgive me for looking,
For in my eyes an Angel was dancing.
Here,the pebbles i was picking,
I give them to you,so please stop crying."
One by one she took them all,
With a blink and a wink,he was gone.
She ran after him,who was now beside the pond,
For she did not want to lose him,before long.
Inch by inch she handed out,
Puzzled he was."What is this about?"
In her tiny little palms,an umbrella she took out,
Like the sun she smiled,and said this aloud:
"Forgive me for saying this,
But if you dont mind,can i give you a kiss?
For when you smiled everything eased,
And you are the boy,i dont want to miss."
So the pink dress girl and the raincoat boy,
Fell for each other,and was full of joy.
On this raining morning,within the soil,
Was a seed of love,and it sizzled and boiled!
I came across this poem i wrote long ago on my old blog.I remember writing miserable poems back then when i was bored or depressed.Not,because they were bad but because they were about depressing issues.So Yilin,a friend of mine wanted me to write something more cheery,perhaps less gloomy than the other works that ive done.
And this poem is probably one of my few works,that actually sounded decent enough to be revealed to the public that doesnt sound like a drunken old man from a lunatic asylum.
Puddle by puddle he jumped,
Towers of clouds before the sun.
In his yellow raincoat,chewing on his bun,
On this gloomy morning,he had lots of fun.
Puddle by puddle he leaped,
Pebbles and stones he bent to pick.
In his muddy yellow boots,he ran and kicked,
On this misty morning,into a hole he peeked.
Step by step she hopped,
Bubbles!Bubbles!And she popped!
In her pink coloured dress she danced and stopped!
For she saw an eye from beyond the wall!
Step by step she retreated,
Her eyes gimmered.Something shimmered.
In her white ballet shoes,she softly whimpered,
For she was afraid,and fear flickered.
Bit by bit he backed away,
He smiled to the girl,and somehow she stayed.
In his small palms,beautiful pebbles arrayed,
On this rainy morning,timidly he said:
"Forgive me for looking,
For in my eyes an Angel was dancing.
Here,the pebbles i was picking,
I give them to you,so please stop crying."
One by one she took them all,
With a blink and a wink,he was gone.
She ran after him,who was now beside the pond,
For she did not want to lose him,before long.
Inch by inch she handed out,
Puzzled he was."What is this about?"
In her tiny little palms,an umbrella she took out,
Like the sun she smiled,and said this aloud:
"Forgive me for saying this,
But if you dont mind,can i give you a kiss?
For when you smiled everything eased,
And you are the boy,i dont want to miss."
So the pink dress girl and the raincoat boy,
Fell for each other,and was full of joy.
On this raining morning,within the soil,
Was a seed of love,and it sizzled and boiled!
I came across this poem i wrote long ago on my old blog.I remember writing miserable poems back then when i was bored or depressed.Not,because they were bad but because they were about depressing issues.So Yilin,a friend of mine wanted me to write something more cheery,perhaps less gloomy than the other works that ive done.
And this poem is probably one of my few works,that actually sounded decent enough to be revealed to the public that doesnt sound like a drunken old man from a lunatic asylum.
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