POETRY PRIMER

I have eaten

the plumes

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for break fast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

we like this pome so thats why we wrote them down

Funny Little Rymes

Fiddle Me Fingers!the frantic man

said

The forest is flooding and so is my

head

It drives me to sing of love

to tell of  two ships at sea

one white as winter sky above

the next as black as me.