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Posted on April 22, 2009 at 11:31 PM

Ishita Imp had run out of ink,

 

Her pen was dry, and on the blink,

 

 

The irritated Ishita stamped her feet,

 

She cursed and ooffed and gnashed her teeth,

 

 

This agitated the cricket, under her chair

 

Ishita’s impatience he couldn’t bear,

 

 

‘Why is it you leap up so?

 

What’s caused such a major fiasco?’

 

 

‘I must send my invitations out by tomorrow,

 

 Do you have a pen that I could borrow?’

 

 

‘It’s ink not a pen, that you really need,

 

I know where to get it shall I be your steed?’

 

 

‘Where is it? How far must I go?’

 

‘To the Iguana’s home at the tip of Bogmalow!’

 

 

‘To bring the ink back, you will need a vial,’

 

Said the efficient cricket, beginning to dial.

 

 

 

Indigo Iguana carried ink in his tummy,

 

Indigo Iguana was smiling and chummy.

 

 

When Ishita arrived on the cricket’s back,

 

Indigo was playing solitary Black Jack.

 

 

No one visited Indigo Iguana,

 

He lived quite alone, in a grove of banana.

 

 

 

He had on the fire a potful of curry

 

He wanted to share it, and so began to scurry

 

 

He drew up a mushroom and bade Ishita sit,

 

But the impatient Ishita, squirmed and twitched,

 

 

She pulled at her ears and bit her lower lip,

 

She let out a yelp and did a back flip,

 

 

‘I’m in a hurry, I need some ink,

 

Would you have bright red or a baby pink?’

 

 

Indigo Iguana slowly rose,

 

To his full height and struck a pose,

 

 

He caught his tummy in a tight clinch,

 

His tail grew longer by three fourths of an inch,

 

 

Out came a gush of bright pink ink,

 

Which Ishita caught quick as a wink!

 

 

 

The party was a success, and what a surprise,

 

The chief guest was Indigo, with his merchandise

 

 

The imps and elves and other little creatures

 

Had wings and wands and many curious features

 

 

But most of them, were totally nil

 

In the simple fine art, of writing skill

 

 

Indigo spouted multicolored ink

 

Blue and green and orange and pink

 

 

The colors awoke a dormant need

 

Amongst Ishita’s group, to write and read

 

 

Indigo taught them how to paint

 

Pictures with words, new and quaint

 

 

And soon he had crowds jostling and a-babble

 

Queuing outside to learn the game of scrabble

 

 

Indigo became a wanted Iguana

 

He now holds classes, at the Gymkhana

 

 

His business boomed and he got so famous

 

That he was awarded

 

The National Numinous Alumi-namous!

 

 

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