Shorts
Doors
Doors are cool.
Doors are neat.
Although they can be closed
Up-on-your-feet.
How much my Rabbit loves me
Lo! There is my rabbit.
I pat his soft li'l head
He's left me a surprise
Upon my bed.
A bad pen
Did I tell you about the SMUDGE?
No? It goes like this.
I once BLOT a DRIP and then PUDDLE.
Isn't that BLORT?
Long(er)s
Universe
There is earth and other planets,
Whirling gently 'round the sun,
Shifting, changing, different, unique,
Time and seasons go and come.
In this small space that we live in,
Though in it's splendour, it's a prison
For we can't reach those far out stars,
Each holds a whole new solar system.
Such vast immesurable universe,
Worlds sometimes dead before we see them
Countless planets, celestial bodies,
Live and die in endless rhythm.
Comets, black holes, phenomenon,
But each painstakingly one-of-a-kind,
Each with a purpose, so greatly detailed,
Space so large it boggles the mind...
Time dimensions, reality lost,
Galaxies stretch to infinity,
All this universe, so great, so grand,
Doesn't seem like it needs me...
another attempt to be silly:
Never Forget
Before you go to bed each night,
Right before you turn out the light,
Never forget this grave advice,
It might possibly save your life.
Hang up three needles and a cantelope,
String 'cross the room a big thick rope,
Sprinkle lots of salt around your head
And finally you can go to bed.
Because...
If a slug with three eyes that's allergic to fruit
Wants to have you for his soup
Then fear not if you lay this trap,
It will most certainly beat him back.
You see...
He'll prick his eyes and smell cantelope,
Making him sneeze and fall over the rope,
Falling into a deadly salt sea
And because he's a slug, he'll die, you see...
Soooo...
That's why, for the very best,
ALWAYS (before you go to rest)
Hang three needles and a cantelope
And don't forget the big thick rope.