Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click