I always dreamt of being a martial artist
But I couldn’t hit a punch
I wasn’t that fit, you know
My body ached in doing a crunch
One day I thought of training my pets
I called them in the meeting room
To fulfill my foolish ambition
But they didn’t seem excited maybe due to inhibition?
Still, I trained my cat in karate.
My frog in kung fu.
I made sure my
hamster knew taekwondo.
I thought they’d be black belts soon
made them watch TV;
some Jason Statham movies,
and films with Bruce Lee and Jackie.
I made them practiced their punches,
their blocks, and their kicks
until they were masters
of martial arts tricks.
You’d think they’d be good now
at least guarding my house,
but, yesterday evening,
they ran from my mouse.
Oh boy! He’s a crack-up, my mouse.
I laughed at his prank.
Do you think it’s weird that
my mouse drives a tank?
PS: I’m not sure if you loved this little humorous poetry. Let me know your views in the comments section. I’ve tried writing something similar before. You can check out this poem ” Super Duck“. I hope you’ll find that one entertaining.