A good poem ends
with a...
Back in the 60's.
I owned a plant...
This beauty made me happy. the way you left me was...
When I was a little girl
I couldn't sleep at night...
Big scary seniors
Walking the halls...
When I was small, I would listen to Chuck Berry...
then I heard Elvis and he made me go whoopee...
[[This sounds like a 5 yr old wrote this x] ]]
Hello spirits of the night...
Ipod
Upod...
I turn to Mr. Fay,
And ask him "What are you doing today?"...
Words, words filling my head
Rhymes, rhymes all the time...
One year ago, and five days exact
I went on a hike...
Pink monkeys,
In the trees...