A mysterious forest

Hi my name is Mr. E,

And I live with my family.

But, I have to pay a fee

To keep some bees

To sting the fleas

Which I always see

And try to harm me.

But don’t worry, 

I can just climb a tree,

Or go for a ski

Which isn’t free, 

But at least I could flee.

Now I have only three

Of the five bees.

Now, I found a key 

And somehow lead me to the sea

It made my bees feel lazy, 

And made me sleepy.

Then, a lady 

Woke me early

While I felt dreamy.

Then, I realized I was free.

Some say I am a mystery,

Probably because I am Mr. E.

–

by Sambridh Barakoti

Digits of Pi. Photo by fdecomite

I learned 50 digits of pi

I don’t know why,

But I did it when I was about to die.

Help me, I am running out of time. 

This guy gave me some lime 

It turned me into a moose

Now people think I was let loose.

Next thing I know, I was killed by the reaper.

He was such a creeper.

At least I have some pie.

I guess I do deserve to die 

For knowing 50 digits of pi.

– by Sambridh Barakoti