The chime sings soft, the night takes flight, Moonbeams fade as dawn grows bright. Coffee warms my sleepy hands, While gold unfolds on silent lands.
By Staringale5 months ago in Poets
My nephew’s pup, a Scooby fan, Would beg and point—a clever plan. But I stood firm, I made a rule: "No more cartoons, you silly fool!"
A pup, a movie, snacks in tow, He yapped at ghosts—oh, what a show! The credits rolled, but not for long, He begged for more—who could say no?
I tricked my mom to watch the pup, then kicked my feet and sat right up. But soon she shooed me to the yard— "Go get some sun, you’re pale as lard!"
By Staringale6 months ago in Poets
Puppy eyes and paws so sly, Begging with a hopeful sigh. Bowls clink loud, we eat as two, Morning’s shared, both me and you.
Goldie the pup, so fast, so spry, Chasing the red car zooming by! Zooming in circles, paws in a blur, But that shiny ride’s just a teasing spur!
Four o'clock, the pup's awake, Piano dreams I yearn to take. Fingers poised with hope so bright - First note played? Oh dear, not right!
A pup so small, with energy so bright, Chased his tail with all his might. One quick spin—then thump, he’s down, Dreaming of that pesky tail he never found!
Today, I was in a melancholic mood—I don’t know why. Maybe it was the sad movie I just watched, or perhaps because Mom and Grammy are both sick.
By Staringale7 months ago in Humor
A sneaky little sparrow, So bold and so free, Stole cookies for breakfast— Now who’d disagree? I’m back at the bakery. After the last time, I wanted to see if the sparrow is a regular culprit here.
By Staringale7 months ago in Poets
It’s noon, and I’m on my way to pick up my older nephew from kindergarten. Stopping in front of the gates, I spot him—the blue whale bag with squiggly eyes gives him away in the horde of kids.
Hello, everyone! Today during our OPD rotation on campus, we encountered a patient complaining of head pressure, bouts of vertigo, and acne.
