Merino’s Bahh

Hello fellow Earthlings. How are you people doing, still pushing each other to get in the lift first or may be fighting for/over  some piece of land! Well good for you, keep up the fight because you are clearly going to live forever.

Me!! umm not so, cos I know I will be going back to my home planet  Zazaburra soon, where no one is born and no one dies, we are just a planet full of small Glow worms spreading light through our bums and singing the bumbum glee songs.

bumbum glee bumbum glee

my bum is twinkling

oh can’t you see

oh can’t you see

why can’t you see

I am a bumbum glee……oh such a beautiful song

More about me and the song in some other post,some other day when it is not raining so much and I can think clearly without having spiders, snakes and zombies taking refuge under my bed and making all kinds of noise.

For today’s post I would like all of you to meet Merino, my new pet cartoon sheep. Why Cartoon, do you ask?

Well for one I live in this huge small building and that I know is no place to raise a real Sheep and second I heard Merino is a blogger. Tell me friends, is there anything better than a cartoon sheep who blogs!!!

And I admit ( with sheepish grin) having a pet minus the feeding, cleaning after, sounded so heavenly when I adopted Merino.

 You see I am not a potted plant kind of person. I have tried many a times but failed miserably every time to keep the plants green and/or alive. And one of my friends who works at the Hilbilitoopoo state something asylum told me Meds, Straitjackets and the padded white rooms are keeping me from loving plants and hence I should not be keeping a pet. And yet I found a pet to pamper in this huge small building, isn’t it incredible!

Back to Merino, as I told you earlier, he is a blogger.

He named his blog ‘The Bleating Log’

( Merino somehow got this idea that BLOG is short for Bleating Log and nothing I said could convince him otherwise)

Today I am sharing one of his poems, hope you like the poem and encourage Merino to write more 🙂

~Unraveling at seams~

I  had a bad dream last night

I dreamt that I was beautiful

crimped and elastic staples

lovely Kemp, beautiful fleece

and then came those nasty things

nasty things called human beings

they reared me

they sheared me

and took all my wool away

now I look weird

now I look weird

Those clothes, those sweaters

they are all me

they are all me

and I want discount from Macy’s

Unraveling at seams

~thank you

Copyright 2013@BleatingLog

and before I leave you wondering about twinkling bums picturing me and the awesomeness that will be, let me tell you Merino is a huge fan of Stuart Art. There is nothing STU can’t do, says Merino and here is what Stu had to say about Merino’s poem-

The Bleating Log

Met a leaping dog

On his way to herd

‘Creak’ said the log

For it had no mouth

And the dog simply barked

Which meant ‘Merde!’

It was a French dog.

~Stuart Young~

B FOR BOO, ONE O SILENT

Hashtag Boogart

There will never be another ghost like him

So full of vim, So driven by whim

Munching on toasts, Haunting the coasts

Hashtag Boogart

Huge Grunge fan , sporting Tattoos and Tan

used to live with me not so long ago

He was scared of the Boos (sometimes of his own)

Shivered and sweated everytime he heard a Coo

Felt dizzy at the sight of Jimmy choos and Candy yoos

He was scared of everything that had a double O

even the toos, the Loos, and the Moos

Boogart was scared of zoos

and there was nothing I could do for him

He hated ducks and drakes

Despised the designer fakes

Scowled at the screeching sound of sudden brakes

He hated everything that rhymed with snakes

even the cakes, the lakes and the snow flakes

Boogart was scared of  zoos

Boogart hated milk shakes

and there was nothing , oh nothing

I could ever do for him

He would get cramps just looking at leams

Break in hives if he accidental feasted on breams

Sneeze and wheeze if exposed to steams and screams

He was allergic to everything that had ‘eams’

even the fleams, the up streams and the creams

Boogart was scared of zoos

hated milkshakes

was allergic to dreams

and oh unlucky me

I could never ever ever do anything for him

Poor Boogart hiding as a wallpaper after some kids shouted boo at him.

That is why last Friday

people from

The Ghost Welfare Committee ( T.G.W.C)

took him away from me

I live alone in my, now not so haunted mansion

while Hashtag Boogart

once my pet Ghost

lives in a zoo

with ice creams on every menu

and is given a bed made of cornflakes.

  

Hashtag Boogart

I miss him toogart.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

         

©2013Soma Mukherjee

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My Dear Dearest Friend  STUART visited Boogart in the zoo and this is what he had to say-

Alas poor Boogart, I visited him there.
In the zoo, where everyone stared.
‘Boo us ghosty’ – how the crowd howled.
But poor Boogart simply scowled.
He tried to tell them to get out of there.
But the sound that they heard was breeze in the air.
Misery, blisery, booing and hoo
Poor Boogart doesn’t belong in a zoo.
A mansion with webs,
Hanging down from the stairs,
Is where he belongs.
He’d be happier there.

~ Stuart (http://thechangeyourlifeblog.wordpress.com/)

( This Blog is protected by FBI,RAW,CBI,MI6 AND X-MEN and WOMBIES)

CODE NAME CHOCOPO

“so this is what it looks like, huh”

“it,what!”

“the end of the world”

“who said its end, how do you..

“look around you fool,yesterday was a Friday, A Friday, and today a Monday. where is the weekend?”

←♠♠♠♠♠→

Dear everybody and People from outer space. Something terrible horrible happened in out Town of Gokakakpapa. Someone stole our weekend . This Thursday I saw it dancing with Friday and on Friday I saw it getting ready to date Saturday. One moment it was there, why I even waved and smiled at it but today we got up and found a Big Blue Monday in the Town.

Mr.Herg from the farm said anything is possible now a days, Mrs. Hexel called for the top Voodoo officials and Tantrik Babas from faraway land to solve this end of the world problem. Every one seemed to know someone who knew how to solve this problem and in the mean time I tried to find out what could have happened to the weekend. It really could have been anything….

Spider thought weekend was a fly and caught it in its net

Cat thought it was a mouse and killed it as soon as they met

Dog thought it was a ghost and barked and chased it out of the town

Squirrels cracked it open cos they looked nutty and brown

Cows were hungry and thirsty, they grazed on it to keep their cool

And sheep’s, you never know what they can hide beneath all that wool

What if weekend went for a walk and took a wrong turn

Or went to a carnival stayed there forever to have all the fun

Today was supposed to be a weekend and I didn’t know what to do,

Saturday and Sunday didn’t show up and no one had a clue

That is when we heard about Wombats-

Wombats

experts in all kinds of combats,

They know how to win and change the glum 

with marshmallow’s, chocolates and wine gums.

They are wombats

They are wombats

your new age superman

They are clever

they are smart

they are fast

They always have a game plan

They are Wombats

And I knew Soma who knew Fraz The Funny Clever Wombat. The moment they heard about our problems they flew in the next second in their Chocomarshmellow Superduper trooper powered space ship and told us to take a chill with chocolate milkshake and before we knew Our weekend was restored back with all its zing.

Oh but what a shame, that our Weekend was under the huge pile of garbage lying all around in the city !! Poor poor Saturday and Sunday all stinky and dishevelled. Our superheroes Binky,Winky,Twink & Fraz re-charged and refreshed the weekends with chocotrooper superpower and even showed us how to keep the city clean.

They sang us this lovely song-

If you don’t keep your city clean

if you don’t take care of your Town

you drive away all the good vibes

and in stays quarrels and frowns

so pick up that wrapper and throw it in the bin

and next time you see a dirt

don’t wait for someone else to clean

clean you town

clean your town

polish it in and out

love your town

keep it clean

and hug the colour green

And in todays papers

The Times– Wombats , of course they did it..

The Guardian– With Wombats nothing is lombat, they do is fast, we hope the city learnt something

Daily Mirror– We Want Wombats to rule the world, we want world leaders to learn from them, hey Mr. President are you listening ?

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Have fun People and remember clean city happy city

and oh

TGWHW-( Thank God We Have Wombies)

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Is it a Bird, Is it an Animal, oh look it’s Mebohow

In a forest not so far away

one fine day He was there

in winters no one knew about Him

But in spring He was everywhere

MEBOHOW MEBOHOW

IS HE A HALLUCINATION

THE JUNGLE ASKED

Swimming,trekking,Hopping,flying

and some say they saw him playing golf

Who is this, what is this, is he a he or a she

that’s all the jungle could talk about

MEBOHOW MEBOHOW

HE IS A HUMAN SPY

THE WISE OWL DECLARED

one day he would oink and fly

next day swim and purr

whenever he opened his onion mouth

he would make others cry

MEBHOW MEBOHOW

HE NO DOUBT IS 4-IN-1

SAID THE ALLIGATOR WHO HAD SEEN IT ALL

( Mebohow sketch Artist –INDIRA MUKHERJEE @ amaltaas.wordpress.com)

Some said he was a zebra with giraffes legs

some said he was an elephant with zebra stripes

some said he was a giraffe who ate too many onions

and for some he was a piece of modern art

MEBOHOW MEBOHOW

THIS MUST BE GLOBAL WARMING

ROARED THE LION FROM HIS DEN

He asked strange questions

like why the frogs don’t croak

or why the elephants hated bananas

or why lions never roared

MEBOHOW MEBOHOW

THIS MUST BE END OF THE WORLD

HOWLED WOLVES AND JACKALS

as strange Mebohow was, stranger was his death

a Caterpillar thought he was a giant leaf, ate him on one munch

and if you thought this was strangest

wait till you see the butterfly which came out

MEBOHOW MEBOHOW

HE IS NOW A PUZZLED PUZZLING GHOST

BUT JUNGLE IS SCARED OF THE BUTTERFLY

♣

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