A Short Girl Like Me
A long night
after a long day
for a short girl like me…
can only mean
one thing for sure,
but i don’t know what it might be.
A long night
after a long day
for a short girl like me…
can only mean
one thing for sure,
but i don’t know what it might be.
Why is everyone so upset at the laundromat?
This spoken poem is about an apple tree that was in my yard as a kid. In fact, it’s still there. Shasta and i really did eat apples from it, too.
Don’t you hate those mosquitoes? One bit me on the right big toe! Ow!
Do thunderstorms scare you, too?
My grass is really tall. Perhaps i should mow it?
I am loving this new artwork. Wait until you see the cartoon! You’re gonna love it, too!
The boy and the girl
they held their hands
under the blue of the sky.
The sun, it shone.
The breeze, it blew.
All of the clouds went by.
The boy, he said,
“I like your dress.”
The girl, she grinned,
“Your hair’s a mess.”
He told her how
her hair shone well.
It was the prettiest,
as he could tell.
She said how she
liked his new suit.
The black buttons and coat,
were ever so cute.
Yes, the boy and the girl
they held their hands
under the blue of the sky.
Their love, it shone
A kiss they blew.
They stood hand in hand, eye to eye.