My first Poem-FootBall
Guys, This poem is the first of many kinds. Its got a sweet history associated with it. You can skip it to get directly to the poem.
It was way back in 2011 when I was in school. It was the english period, the most dreadful of all. Some students blame the teacher, some blame the subject, the teachers blame the coaching institutes, the coaching institutes blames CBSE, the CBSE blames the students,and it goes on and on...
Friends. I have nothing against the subject. English is an awesome language and needs to be learnt correctly
What irritates me is the way it is taught in our schools. The teachers dictates the answers to the 'hot questions', and expects us to mug them up for the exams. One minor error here or there and the teacher goes crazy !
And those poems ! Oh God ! Our over senti teacher putting more thoughts into the poems than the author did himself ! "He walked on the red carpet." Teacher" The author is in extreme rage and the red carpets symbolise the immense anger and fury which reminds the author of the immense betrayl he suffered due to his friend who he found with his wife in bed last night."
Ma'am ! The carpet is fuc*ing red !! Thats it ! Let him walk over it !!
The teachers used to say, Go to a medical school without english, you will suffer in doom forever. And here in the OPD'S, one of the major problems we face is conversing with the patients in their own language, which in majority(big damn majortiy) cases in Hindi. Common words like coughing, sneezing, monday, tuesday.., pain, rashes, husband, son, daughter,car are unknown to patients in a government hospital OPD. Want to ask about last conception she had in the gynae OPD? "Akhrii baar aadmi se kab "Mile The" -_-
My English teacher had a few targets in our section, These were kids who will never completed their english homework on time, and considered the period to be a free period where they can doze off or complete their other pending works. I my friends, was one of them.
Its not the teachers fault,nor is, of the student. That poor lady loves her subject. We love our future.
So this one fine day our English teacher decided to be a little creative and asked all of us to write short poems. At the end of the class, she will check each of our copies. Obviously, this was one of her dirty tricks to torture her "targets". And so, I started.
Ball, Ball, Ball,
My Dear Football.
Wow ! 2 lines done !
English seemed a logical subject for the first time ! Take the last word, make as many rhyming words as you can, and arrange them into a story ! xD
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Ball, Ball, Ball
My Dear FootBall,
I bought it from the mall,
From the Sports stall,
It used to bounce on the wall,
And can even go across the hall,
Ball, Ball, My Football.
My brother simultaneusoly bought a Doll,
Which was very Girlish and Small,
I was all like LOL,
He got angry and threw my Ball,
From a very very tall
Wall,
It began to Fall,
My Dear Football.
Scared, I ran down very fast like a FireBall,
And covered it With My Mom's Shawl,
Then I did an emergency Call,
To the hospital for my Ball,
Informed them about my painful condition In the Mall,
Ball, Ball, My football.
Seeing All this drama in the Mall,
My bro was All LOL,
So I kicked his Balls,
And also took his Doll,
Made her Fall,
From the 2nd Floor of the Hall,
Which was Also Very Very Tall.
Then My MOM seeing us both Was All LOL
So We Both took her Second shawl,
And threw it from the Roof of the Mall
Which was Obvo Very tall
But Nothing happened to that Shawl,
Coz it was for God Sake A Shawl !!!!!
Coming Back to My FootBall,
Which I bought from the Mall,
From the Stall,
Which could go across the Hall,
My dear Football !!
Despite Of a Heavy Rainfall,
The Ambulance came To the Mall,
As fast as the FireBall,
And asked me to Recall,
What exactly Happened to My Ball,
I showed them My Football,
Which was lying on Grounfloor Of The Mall,
The Doctor picked Up the FootBall,
And assured me Nothing will happen to my Ball,
Because For Gods Sake Its a Football !!
And its supposed to Fall,
Unlike the other Balls,
So Finally It was My Brother who was Troll,
Because His Pretty Doll,
Was Now an Ugly Doll.
But It was My Football
Which I bought from the mall,
Stood strong and tall,
My dear Ball,
My dear Football.
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My teacher made me to recite it in front of the whole class. The class had a good laugh. The teacher had a mixed expression on her face.
A kindergarten student might write a better poem than mine, but well... It was a poem and i survived another English period. It was much later whhen I realised this poem of mine has lots of double meanings associated with it ;)
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