There once was a santa claus.
Who never give gifts from his pulse.
When they sang "jungle bell",
he respond "go to hell".
With cry the bathed that santa claus .

There once was a young man from Nather,
who wished to be Catholic Father.
The young man got  tarry
as priest do not marry.
He went home to marry at Nather.

#limerick

There once was a student named Gest.
Among all his classmate,he's best.
He dumped all his books
and followed all
cooks.
Which lastly he failed much the rest.

This morning Luke lacked what to eat.
He only do chatting and tweet.
When girls with full breast
gave facebook friend 'quest.
He said" these are sweeter than wheat".

limerick

Unfortunately, I was born with sin.
From womb I've been a dustbin.
Sadly, my society is sinful
and I joined to be
playful.
Truly, sins germinated in my life
and grew up as my wife.
Certainly,I can't be called a saint
even as I put on paint.
Hopefully, my dept had been paid by Christ's death.
I now can take new
breath.
Sincerely, I am
walking toward
righteousness.
Developing an act of
humility and holiness.
Fortunately, I shall
meet the Father
and equally see my
Blessed Mother.

We are heroes.
The voice of the voiceless.
The help of the helpless;
to a poor man,money
to a lover, honey.

We are heroes.
The suffering savours
Suffered to earn favours.
Our home is prison
for freedom reason.

We are heroes.
We blinded the sun.
Electricity our fun.
Hungry lion our pet.
Supernatural we get.

We are heroes.
The debunkers of high staff,
that turned people into chaff.
We give people liberty
from ambassadors of poverty.

We are heroes.
Like jesus we are the  light
that shine in the darkest night.
We point out wickedness,
and pave way to greatness.

We are heroes.
The true friends of a fellow.
In rainy we follow.
In sunny we did the same.
We never shame.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
From a long journey.
Without I feeling the love of wonder.
That mother gives which sweet like honey.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
It is my pleasure,
we behold each other.
For you are my treasure.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Come in and have a  seat
so that I may tell you  what I suffer'.
In your absence  
father gave me bitter beat.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Your present provide  joy
rather than that of  father
who don't allow me to enjoy.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Father is not usually at home for me.
He became a feather.
The next Colombus to be.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Hear the pain I went through.
In your absence, I stayed lonely under
this roof like a refuse long threw.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
I stayed long without a friend
to communicate and play with rather
my life came to an   end.

welcome welcome my dear mother
i hope you will not travel again
in any kind of weather
so that my joy will
sustain.

McCall! while I was searching for a cat
in a kenyan's zoo,
something made noise like a rat
not knowing it was you.

I wanted to name you into class
of higher mammal,
but seeing you eating grass
is an assurance that you are a wild animal.

Bingo and Jack,the playful dogs.
Not minding the earthly bogs,
jump and joyfully bite
each other at any site.
Then Bingo consciously fall
and the other call.
Jack took victory
"I have made history
by defeating you
and given you blue".
Soon an unsounding whistle sound.
Their strength,they again found.
Sooner or later Jack lie
like one sleeping with an open eye.
Then the first climbed ontop.
The game came into stop,
when the final whistle sound like trum'.
The fans hullaboloo with drum.
The whistle was blew by a referee_ghost
while the first,Bingo boast
"I have won
you are now my con".
They both chorus"we are champions,
we are not self like scorpions.
Then the two heads  
departed
in a happy hearted.

Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.

Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.