Uncle Podger.

Uncle Podger.

The spects were hanging,
on my nose since long.
I was searching every coner
and made the room topsy turvy.

The pen was kept in my shirt poket
but I was serching desperately.
I lost my temperment,
made hue and cry.

As I wanted to go out
so I had to wear slippers
but I found others
and wore it.

Very often I lost my other things.
Couldn't find in time.
At last i lost my real name
and earned the name 'Uncle Podger.'