Roy, The Lazy Boy Of Troy

This is a short poem about a boy called Roy. This was written by me and this particular poem follows a fixed rhyming scheme. Just sit back and enjoy the story of Roy !!!!!!!!!!!!

There in the city of Troy,

Was a family with a boy called Roy.

This idle boy of troy,

Made every boy love their toy.

His mind was hazy,

And his manners were simply lazy.

He was lazy like a sloth on a tree,

And as lazy as a male honey-bee.

He loafed around night and day,

And no one has ever seen him with a little gay.

Sitting idle and sleeping always,

Are his hobbies till this day.

His parents consulted the doc'

But saw no way to open his lock -

Of idleness that made him

As lazy as a lazy Tim.

One day there was much fog,

That you wouldn't want to take out your dog.

That day our hero wakes and brushes his teeth,

With much hate, that makes you not want to breathe.

He eats food and takes his bag,

And walks to school with a lag.

He limps outside and sees the fog,

He gets an idea as sticky as a bog.

He turns and goes back,

And puts on a face which happiness lack.

His mom who is surprised, barks -

"Why are you back here ? " she asks.

She says in a grumpy rage,

"Why are you here ? Oh ! you spoilt page !! "

"The school has disappeared mummy !! "

Comes the clever reply to the angry mummy.

Her mouth opened wide, she stared back,

Not knowing what to say; she was taken aback.

What can you say to this idle lad ?

And not make yourself mad and your temper go bad.

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Morning Dews

This poem was written by me for a versification competition in our school and I'd won first place for it. It is with this poem that I would like to start my blog .

I walk along in the mist, the veils of the morn ;
Through the gravelled road not very broad.
I saw an undergrowth full of moth,
And something else that caught my eye.
It was shining like fallen stars.



Is it what I think it is ?
Yes , they are the dews from the sky - the stars of the morn .
Is it a jewel of a diadem or
Ornaments of plants ?
Hanging on the leaves like trinkets and rings ,
Are those gorgeous beauties .
Are they tears of the sky caught on plants ? - I wondered .



They are shining due to sun's rays ,
And glittering on all leaves alike ,
Gaining the greedy eye of all passers-by .
They are spectacles to a fly ,
Confetti for fairy parties ,
And many more of its form I cannot describe .
An artwork on the showcase of the fairy king,
And many other descriptions I cannot express .
It is clear as a crystal ,
Pure as the Holy Cross ,
Stunning as a lightning , and
Elaborate in its content like a small waterfall.
It arises hope and truthfulness , which gives me joy and happiness .
It is a good sight , and a good sprite
Who waits in the dawn .



I like to stay and watch it shine ,
But I have work to do and loads more to do ,
So I walk along the gravelled path again .
A harsh wind came along and knocked the jewels down ,
As I walked along and sang God's song .
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