The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me