Tuesday, 30 October 2018

TASK -3 @ NONSENSE VERSE

NONSENSE VERSE @ TASK - 3




WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF NONSENSE LITERATURE TO RELISH THE CREATIVE SOUL. 
PARTICIPATE BY CONTRIBUTING YOUR OWN GENUINE POEMS FOR THE TITLE OF "NONSENSE VERSE LAUREATE".

  • WRITE WILD
  • BE GENUINE
  • MAKE SENSE OUT OF NONSENSE
  • BREAK THE RULES
  • LAST DATE:06-11-2018
  • AWAIT SURPRISES 





5 comments:

  1. I took my leftover birthday cake,
    and put it in the oven to bake
    I baked and baked and baked
    so that it could be softer and softer and softer
    Alas!the cake did burst,
    and the only thing left was the crust
    Then my mother came in and said,
    "For all the greedy people of the world today,
    they will learn a lesson by one or another way
    So never take your leftover birthday cake,
    to make it softer by bake!

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  2. I am Anuja rose of class 9 A
    This is my nonsense verse!

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  3. The shadow

    I went to call my father
    he was at the bus stop
    I came rushing down to call him,
    I took my bike wore a jacket,
    Lit a cigar and ,
    Suddenly I saw a man in my carpoch
    I ran inside double the speed I came out,
    and shut the door tightly.
    I was shivering and was too scared to look out of the window,
    The I realized that I had to pick up my father,
    The I slightly opened the door and "WAAAAA..... "
    I saw my father. I was almost to faint out,
    Then I went out and had a look at that place,
    No one was there.
    Then my father switched of the light,
    The I turned around and "AAAAAA....."
    The man just in front of me,
    I stood still as as a stone,
    and he wasn't attacking me.
    He stood live a stachue,
    The I realized that it was the shadow of the bike.

    Then I realized that to" don't ever trust anyone or anything anymore "

    Gokul anil
    9a

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  4. SNOWFLAKES

    High up in the northern skies,
    An hour afore the Christmas eve,
    The tiny sprites in, their cloudy guise,
    Danced afoot their icy weaves,
    ‘Oh my! Oh my!’ , cried the great head sprite,
    Her blue-grey eyes ,a stormy hue
    _’We’re late, you stinky, dopey mites’.
    And off they went without a mew;
    But Christmas morn was close at hand
    And all at once, they burst in song
    ‘We’re the sprites of ice and snow
    _up in the sky, each wintry day
    We work our magic far and near.’
    And Lo!
    As they twirled both high and low,
    There sprang beneath their tiny feet;
    Spriggy swirls of ice and snow
    And misty clouds of frost and sleet.
    Up they flew with lacey wings
    And wavy locks of silver-gold
    They flew above the sprouting clouds,
    Their tapered fingers waving round
    And slender legs all dancing tunes.
    ‘Fixy ,nixy ,dixy ,Sphinx
    -go around in patterns six!’ ,sang the sprites,
    All in a jinx.
    And Oh dear! High up in the distant heights
    The magic glowed and flashed and boomed,
    On the night of Christmas eve.
    And if you were there, all along,
    You would be standing all agape,
    As bits of snow and ice and frost,
    Whizzed about in patterns six,
    Of hearts and diamonds and crystal swirls.
    And all a sudden ,
    The night sky black,
    Turned into a snowy field..
    The silver snowflakes,
    big and small,
    swirled about the blue-black void,
    Up above in the cany clouds,
    The teensy sprites,
    They cheered aloud,
    ‘Huzzah! We did it!’, squealed the great head sprite;
    And one little imp,
    Gave a shrill, loud fife,
    And ho! Here comes the North wind, all in a skimp,
    Full’a pomp and full’a life.
    When he saw the snowflakes-white;
    In a voice like a thousand whispers ,he asked,
    ‘Ah! There they are, the Christmas flakes, aye?’
    ‘Indeed, Indeed’, chirped tiny voices,
    Winking , beaming all with pleasure;
    ‘O Great North wind,
    We ask of ye,
    A favour ,teeny-weeny;
    Take our flakes all aglow,
    Down to the land,
    Far below.
    Make haste! Make haste!
    O Great North wind, ‘
    Sang the sprites of snow and ice,
    Their merry voices ,pitching high.
    With a mighty whoosh,
    He was on his way.
    The slivery snowflakes , all in livery;
    Twirling, whirling all a-swirling,
    Down to the hill-tops, meadows, widows
    And to the children all a-sleeping;
    As they flew by the good ,old baker,
    He opened his window and caught a few flakes,
    And set them on the christmas pudding,
    Where they sat ; sparkling,glinting icicles.
    Softly flew they,
    Past the town-clock ,
    Going ding-dong,
    It’s Christmas morning.
    Diya Agnes Seby
    IX C

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  5. Hi students, Last date for the submission of TASK@3 is extended to 10th of November 2018.

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