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JEMA AND GRANDPA 1 : RHYME 75


Jema loves her grandpa
who is fifty four
And always behaves like
a child of four. 

He plays Jema's student 
also her teacher,
And plays pranks on her
like a prankster.

While Jema is fast getting ready 
for her school,
He hides her shoes and stockings 
in his towel. 

When Jema gets pocket money 
from her parents,
He asks her to buy him beer
and cigarettes. 

While Jema at her study table
is getting a short snooze,
He puts a feather or something 
into her nose.

While Jema on her toy guitar 
is playing a tune,
He hides behind her and sounds
meow, meow, meow...

While Jema in garden is feeding
sparrows and crows,
He hiding under a bush sounds
bow, bow, bow...

Jema gets angry over each mischief 
grandpa makes,
But soon she does laugh out loud
as he waves chocolates.

A lot does Jema love her grandpa 
who is fifty four,
Though he always behaves like 
a child of four.

-- N P SAMAL 



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