The same is going to happen if and when tomorrow, great

Tingu says: 'Is this poetry a game like nothing? If, then, we got an infection, it would seem that they all started playing.

This game is all about children playing in childhood. Poetry is infectious disease.

The whole village foi like a useless panchayat

If you have studied or counted, only then will anyone remember

Twita, pavita, mamvita, papavita

Tingu says: 'What does Pingu do?'

Pingu says: 'I do the pure.'

Tingu says: 'What is purity?'

Pingu says: 'Nowadays poets do not call poetry a poem. Lalubhai does Lalita, Rajivbhai does Ravita, Navnitalal does that, Nivita, Chinubhai, Chavita, Babubhai, Daveita, Chandabhai, Chavita, Khandubhai, Khovita, Ganesha. Such genres of poetry are beginning to come out. Now poetry is now also known as non-poetry, semi-poetry, non-poetry etc. So I gave my poem the name Pavita. Have you heard my last poem? '

Tingu says: 'Hey guys! As soon as I hear the poem, I feel trembling. Where can I hear your poem? '

Yet the poet has a habit that he does not live without reciting poetry. Pingu also started to purify.

He began to sing:

Today is my vacation

Print went to print

Then the print went off

The printing press was gone

This is what happened

In which the 'editor' of the editor became

In error, the editor of the editor became 'inverted'

Today is my vacation.

Tingu says: 'Tarapavita is good, yes Pingu! But stop crying now. For the rest of the vacation days that are two to four, I want to show Hut a good exercise. Move on

But Pingu keeps on hunking. Challenge he says:

Stolen went to see the circus

The circus was stolen

Stolen at Brother Circus

The elephant held it in his hand

Then Mahavat's throat fell

Mahat's throat fell on the cheek

Today is my vacation.

Tingu says: 'Aliya is a poet! Now stop this weeping poem and listen ... '

But Pingu's sanctity goes further:

Captain Kaka set out on tour

There was a drill

Cade's test run

The survivors fled

The basement fell heavily

The running floor fell heavily

Today is my vacation.

Tingu felt that the poet and poi never went straight down. He caught Pawin's ear.

A very pingo uttered: 'No.'

Tingu says: 'What not?'

Pingu says: 'No ears. This vacation has become such an ear exercise that it has now become like rubber! He also has a poem written on it:

Went to listen to nature's music

So the guess was drawn

The ear was pulled,

Mahamushkeli saved the ears

Yet the length was increased

The length of the ear was increased. '

Immediately he exclaimed: 'Oo o - the aliyya pingu plant ears! Where do you hold back the length of your ears? '

Tingu says:

I leave my ear to you

If you put your body high

Otherwise nice to bring

Need I pull your ear.

Pingu says: 'Hey! You're done tweeting, Tingu! Wow friend! Just as Ravi has a friend, Ravi is a friend. The rest of this poem is an infectious disease indeed! But Ai Twi! '

Just leave my ear now

Now it has come to me

Don't sing anymore

Don't be useless anymore. '

Tingu Twi released Pingu Pavi's left ear, grabbed hands, and took her out of the house to carry.

It says:

'Dost pingu pavi, listen to you new

Waiting Indu, the point of a little tear

Learn new game, fun with the game

Science with knowledge, science with knowledge

Dealing with science, happens dice pobar

Everyone gets happy, nobody cheers! '

Pingu stood still.

He says: 'Alia Tingu! I used to be a little mad, but you just became tawdy. '

Tingu says:

'Don't waste time, you are a huge contributor

It's too late, let it bounce. '

As they were both jumping up and down, there was a noise from the house:

'Where are you going, boys?

Unclothed junk

Never you on vacation

Uncover good books?

Hearing those words, Tingu and Pingu became just shocked. Because the voice was Dad's.

Tingu says: 'Pingu! Dad never does poetry! '

Pingu says: 'Infectious disease. What did I tell you, infectious disease! Need they have heard our poetic conversation! And in this poem it is as if one cow, one mind to another, the third to join the press. '

Dad says:

'Do you come or not?

Straight up or not?

When making a big order

Do you say or not? '

Tingu-Pingu appeared before Dad. Both were scared, trembling, mournful, confused. Don't know why Daddy is offended? Why is there a lost secret of happiness on his face?

Dad says:

'The whole vacation is gone

Anything new you read?

Useful in life

Anything to learn?

Ha ha ha hi all day

'Who-Hoo' all day

'Tu-Tu' when assigning work

While eating 'I - I'

You never did

Come on high, nothing

Knows in useless panchayat

Foi of the whole village

You may have read

So no one will remember

Otherwise the whole life will be gone

Poké and cry. '

Dad's poem is long gone. In the meantime, he stopped short of finding a new poem. So Tingu asked lightly: 'Pingu, your poem is called Pavita, my poem is Tavita, so how is it called Dad's poem?'

Pingu says: 'Dadavita.'

Dad caught his ear there.

Dad stood there holding Tingu-Pingu's ears, and that's where Mom came. Kept watching. Pause a few minutes, then just utter:

'Tell me, by your ear,

The babysitter;

Do you forget that

Is that the driver of our future? '

Although Tingu-Pingu's ears were caught, he was pleased. He wondered what this was? Baa poet like Baa?

Dad was offended right away.

They tell Mom: 'Ooh! Wasted fun? '

Mom says: 'Why? Catching the ears of boys? '

Dad says: 'Oh, it was a really fun poem. But in the words of poetry, Savita comes to mean redemption. '

Mom says:

'In the ears of the boys

There is never a poem

For ear drops first

O father of children! '

As soon as Dad gets the idea, he says:

'Take these abandoned boys to you

Take these left ears

Why did you come

Should I be offended? '

When parents get into a dispute, Tingu says: 'Daddy stole our words. See? '

Pingu says: 'In today's poets there is such a ploy. That which is not stolen is not poetry, in which there is no poetry it is not stealing. '

Tingu says: 'But if so! The infection of this poem went ahead.

Mom started throwing poetry too. '

Pingu says: 'Is this our home or the theater of the play?'

Tingu says: 'The tomb of the temples.'

Pingu says: 'But Tingu! What name would this mother call a poem? '

Tingu says: 'Why, Dad's poem Dadavita, mom's poem Mamvita.'

Pingu says: 'Listen, Mommy.

Mom was saying:

'Have you become a father?

Kill the boys?

All day in the conversation

To offend them?

Catch the ear,

Hold on the clock;

Take the palm in your hand,

Take a stick.

Elder you are

This habit is wrong;

Excuse him for teaching

Throat lamp.

Enjoy myself,

Giving bread with gall.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong,

That way you are wrong. '

Pappaji says: 'Do your boys then simply believe what they say?'

The mother says: 'Yes.'

Dad says: 'Tell me, should you?'

Mom's Mommy:

'Speak boy

Mind papad!

Be sure to save it to dry

Speak our Papad? '

Tingu says:

Need help mommy

Papad made to you. '

Pingu says:

'Taste will ever see yes,

Mom, your Papad. '

Mom says:

'Boys, what kind of me,

Papad will be happy. '

Dad says:

'And will be woven throughout life

Of course they popped. '

Tingu-pingu started going with mom.

Tingu says: 'It was a vacation.'

Pingu says: 'And the holiday ritual. Hey, what about the game you were about to take out and teach? '

Tingu says: 'Is this poetry a game like nothing? If, then, we got an infection, it would seem that they all started playing.

Pingu says: 'And we have escaped from the hut!

While the mother and son were on their way to the kitchen, Pappavita was still in the mood for poetry.

Tingu-pingu became happy over mom's mom.

Said: 'Wow! Mom, do you have a mom? '

As Dad was answering, Radha sister came to the side. The father standing outside asked: 'Is my father here?'

Dad says:

'Not here, Kabita Babita!

Here it is.

Radhaban also got angry. Speak:

'Lost my baby and

You understand Papad.

Compare what you see

Papad with the boys ... '

Tingu-pingu became just the same. Infection is gone. Ravita, who has been around for a while, has also challenged Ravita!

And that's when mom woke up:

"Hey shit what my boy,

The monkeys have come out;

Keep hitting the tiger,

So the monkeys will eat the papad. '

If Tingu-Pingu went 'Hatha Hatha', the monkey started to 'Kitch Kich'.

Tingu says: 'What does this Kapiraj say?'

Pingu says: 'Ananya is infected.'

It also says 'Listen, my Kapita.'