Little miss muffett

       I guess there is a time in everyone's life when they write one or two poems. This phase is usually seen around teenage when the filmy hype surrounding poet romantics grips your imagination and you want to join the bandwagon. I had my own disastrous romance periods. In one of my fantastic failures, I tried to come up with a poem for my school time crush Meenakshi while travelling in a bus towards her home on her birthday. I did manage to cook something up but well, it was not upto the mark. I hope no copy of such a disaster remains today. In another, I tried to justify my crush on her and tried to philosophise about it, and predict the future of our romance. This work was done in utmost secrecy and I do not remember any of it, except something about chariots of passion, love, infatuation and some such bull crap. Remembering them has the curious effect of turning my ears scarlet red even today.

       But, there is one poem, and this was my first poem, which I still feel is quite cute, and I have no qualms about reproducing it for you guys here. I wrote this poem in an English class in 11th standard while my teacher was away for some meeting. I had around 45 minutes to kill and I started writing all the nursery rhymes I could remember (mostly to admire my hand writing). I knew there was a poem about little miss muffett who has scared by a spider, but I could not remember what the heck it was, so I made up my own version... Here's how it goes...

Little miss muffett sat in a garden

away from the crowd, away from the warden

Little miss muffett ate a bowl of porridge

cause she couldnt have the feast at her friends marriage

Little miss muffett cried for while

she had already walked three scores a mile

Little miss muffett laid down on a cot

she was tired after a day so hot

Little miss muffett sang a little song

for she heard the chrurch bell's gong

Little miss muffett became terribly sick

My God! she is as thin as a stick

Little miss muffett is now bed-ridden

all her medicines were hidden

Little miss muffett is now violently coughing

soon she will be laid in a coffin

Little miss muffett is now a corpse

she would be taken for burial on a cart and a horse

       People who know me would recognise the classic happy beginning and morbid ending theme which characterizes all my masterpieces. I had even thought of a short story series called "Long stories cut short", each story would start with a guy getting what he wants, and a freak accident or some such thing brings a hasty and morbid end to the story. But, I am glad I did not finish writing it. But, one day I will write a book, a novel or as I fondly call my autobiography "Musings of a Great Scientist or Autobiography of Krishnadev, same thing actually", and then the world would realise what they have been missing by not following my blog....