Omgeee.

Mothers nowadays just don't seem to get the concept of having a diary. Or better yet, the concept of privacy. Still, it was funny. Here's a few things I found from my standard six book - no hard feelings to anyone. Riiight. PS: these poems were made under the supervision of Ai-Vee and Sandeep. Yes, they know about it, but I'm not sure if they remember. I didn't - but then again, I'm in the critical stages of Alzheimers. By the way, these poems don't make sense.

From Ai-Vee To Jay

When our eyes met
For the very first time
I was full of sweat
And you were full of slime

No matter how you look
I don't really care
As long as you read a thick book
I'll light up a flare

Somehow you don't notice me
As a girl who could be considered
All you see is my smile of glee
Not knowing that I am widowed

After the death of my ex
I visited him like a slave
Always using fed-ex
To send flowers to his grave

Be assured
I'm not so bad
Even though I murdered
I hope you're glad


From Sandeep to Osama

I was at the beach
And you showed up
So I ate a peach
And then threw up

You then noticed me
And I was thrilled
Somehow I was happy
That I wasn't killed

Because of that peach
We are now as one
After that day on the beach
We now have a son

You thought him how to use a gun
When he was only two
He didn't even know 1+1
I don't think you did, too

Oops we did it again
We now have a daughter
Her hair looks like a lion's mane
To grow it needs some water

For accidentally bombing your son
You have been sentenced to death
I know you did it just for fun
So appreciate every breath

If you think I'm a fool for publicly humiliating myself this way, MY MOM READ IT. So what's a little embarassment after what happened, huh?