The Li'll Queen

I have a friend, the little queen
Who can create the perfect scene
In sketches and reality
With her pet the cute Kitty
She sits online for hours on end
Chatting to her online friends
To her back she never gave a thought
Thus later survical she fought
She moved around with a stooped back
And shoulders hunched and slack
That's why she's called the little queen
Who knows shape and motion tween.

MORAL: We should keep our shoulders straight.

Zzzzzzzzzzz

Once I drifted off to sleep, while sitting in the class
The texture of my blazer reminded me of grass
I dreamt that I was swimming in the swimming pool
While my friends poured water on me for sleeping in school
I dreamt that mummy got a call, and me winning a prize
While mummy did get a call, because I did not rise
I dreamt I got a new hairstyle, hair locked in a bun
While on my head was made a project by the teacher's son
I woke up to find the class empty, and me looking a fool
As I had overslept and for vacations closed was the school.

MORAL: One should not sleep in class if it is the last day.

The Strange Dream

Once a strange dream I had
I was there with mum and dad
In a cage we all sat
It had food, furniture and mat
Then came a bird on the scene,
Dressed lavishly like a queen
She said her name was Birdie Bird,
All i heard was chirp-chirp-chirp
She looked a lot like mum's pet
Near whom none of us could get
She kept us caged for days on end
Without family, foe or friend
Caging animals is not a trend
Is what I learnt, and I don't petend.
I woke up with a start and scream,
Learning a lesson from my dream
I went to mummy's pet in rage,
To free the bird from the cage
But it had already been done,
By my own dad & mum.

Freedom

Think of a lucky cage,
Containing a bird in rage,
The poor thing needs freedom,
Not the cage and the boredom,
What happens to its family,
If the bird is set free?
Just like the cage-so lonely and so empty,
On finding the bird nowhere, its mum fell like Humpty-Dumpty.
If you lose someone near and dear,
Won't you be dreaded with all sorts of fears?
And the bird, sitting alone,
In a bit of water it wants to drown,
Not a ray of hope is left,
My owner has done this theft.
Once again I tell you my friend,
Caging a bird is no ,more a trend.