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

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

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

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.

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...