A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

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

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

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

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

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

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

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

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

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

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

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

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